The Story Goes…

It was many moons ago, late one evening in a cold garage in a small town in the middle of nowhere, a legend arose. It began with a puff of smoke from a big fat doobie and a case of PBR. … This is the story of the Dirty Reggae Punx. It all started with a kiss from a beautiful woman. (Doesn’t every great story start with a kiss from a beautiful woman?) A bunch of idiots that decided it was time to do big things with a couple of guitars and an utter lack of talent. Hammering out half-assed chords and singing like alley cats being stepped on is where the story started… Finish the Story