FUCKING PLOW!!!

Fucking Plow should have been the new name of the band, but instead they chose Plow United. It makes no sense, but it's what they wanted. They could no longer go on being Plow because some band from Baltimore was going to sue them. I think their unofficial name was Fucking Plow because that's whate everybody called them. If you knew who they were and they were playing then you called them Fucking Plow. If they you missed one of their shows, you called them Fucking Plow. Here's how it usually went down.

GUY ..1: Hey, who's playing the show tonight?
GUY ..2: Dude, fucking PLOW is playing.
GUY ..1: Wow, holy shit. I'm calling off work.

Or if you missed the show, it went like this:

GUY ..1: Dude, where were you last night? You totally missed the show.
GUY ..2: I know. My girlfriend wanted me to spend time with her.
GUY ..1: That sucks. You missed a great show.
GUY ..2: Really? Who played?
GUY ..1: Plow.
GUY ..2: Fucking Plow? Hand me my gun.

They were quite simply, the greatest band to ever come out of Pennsylvania. It's that simple. And today, I received their remixed, remastered, rereleased albums. They come complete with a few bonus tracks. And folks, they sound insanely good. Even their kind of shitty sounding, yet ass rocking, first album sounds god damn great. If I were you, I would kill myself, but first, I'd be jealous of me.

Fucking Plow!