It’s difficult to protect yourself and your family if you can’t get your hands on a proper face mask!
If you can’t find one, here’s your way to both stay safe and support a local musician (otherwise known as kicking ass twice)!
Buy a high quality facemask from none other than Carla Pruitt (AKA Pinky D.O.O.D.)!
She’s taking time off from dominating the stage with her band The D.O.O.D. to make facemasks full time during the quarantine, so help yourselves by helping her!
Carla is super skilled and ready for your order (children’s masks, too, bad-assery comes in all sizes), but please keep in mind that the Hero of our story is only human, and there’s only one of her. She’s working around the clock, and each order is handmade. Overnight delivery is not happening.
Having said that, here’s the deets:
Masks are $12 USD each. Shipping is $3.80 USD per order (not per mask)
700 Thread Count (Medical Grade is 600)
Removable Medical Grade HEPA Filter (Hand Washable, Multi-Use)
Carla accepts payment through PayPal at email@example.com
BamBamJack makes zero money from Carla’s hard work. If you decide to purchase a mask all proceeds go directly to her. As a matter of fact, we bought three masks ourselves!
Carla Modeling Her Handiwork
We love Carla, and you’ll love your mask!
Cypher Machine – The Amerikan Dream
Cypher Machine are BamBamJack Hall of Famers. Hailing from Clearwater, Florida they bring all the heat, swagger, and talent that a sane person can handle. If it just so happens that (for whatever reason) you can’t legally call yourself sane… the Tampa Metal Scene doesn’t judge, so pull up a stool, eat a fucking Scooby snack, and check out my Droogs in Cypher Machine anyway!
Show Cypher Machine that homegrown social media love here:
Every band or business you heard or heard us yap about in this episode has one thing in common… busting balls and asses to get a leg up. Do them all a solid and like their shit on Facebook, drop them some comments to show some appreciation, and (above all) buy some merch! Support local!
In thirteen tracks, it manages to lure you in with a tasteful sprinkle of pure carny magic (“The Bottom”), kick you in the fucking teeth (either “Revolution” or “Noose”), promote love and unity (“Brothers”), and cover a 90’s hit with unholy darkness (Harvey Danger’s “Flagpole Sitta”).
Musically:Dirty, Heavy, Super-Tight.
Guitarwork approaches Downing/Tipton level interaction, drums and bass are practically welded together, vocal fireworks abound.
Thematically: Dark, Moody, Focused.
Mood and tone are obviously important to The D.O.O.D., because BUTTERCUP!!! delivers (from start to finish) the feeling of road tripping (with carnies), in a ’67 Stingray… with demon-hide seats. On fire.
Final Verdict BUTTERCUP!!! is death opera, and the world needs more death opera…