Mailmanbro and the Order of the Hauls


Show us your haul, again!

The hottest day of the summer was drawing to a close and an eerie silence lay over the large, porcelain houses of Toilet Drive. Cars that were usually gleaming stood dusty in their drives and lawns that were once emerald sword green but now lay parched and yellowing for the use of sprinklers had been banned due to drought. Deprived of their usual car-washing and lawn-mowing pursuits, the inhabitants of Toilet Drive had retreated into the shade of their cool houses, windows thrown wide in the hope of tempting in a nonexistent breeze. The only person left outdoors was an older man who was walking on the sidewalk outside number four.

He was a portly, brown-haired, bespectacled man who had the stuffed, slightly unhealthy look of someone who has eaten a lot in a short space of time. His uniform shorts were crisp and clean, his button shirt ironed and pressed, and his sneakers were new. Mailmanbro’s appearance endeared him to the neighborhood, who were the sort of people who thought crispness was a well deserving trait, and as he walked the sidewalk he was noticed and praised by passers-by. In fact, the only way someone could not have spotted him was if they left their heads stuck in their living-room and looked straight down at the floorboards below.

On the whole, Mailmanbro thought he was to be congratulated on his idea of promptness. He was not, perhaps, very comfortable walking on the hot, hard asphalt but, on the other hand, everybody was gleaming at him, wringing their hands in anticipation for his gifts today, and shooting longing questions at him about arrival dates, as had happened every time he walked down the street to deliver music to the people on Toilet Drive.

Mailmanbro delivered to me one of my favorite albums of all time, Caladan Brood‘s Echoes of Battle, along with a sick Sewercide shirt and Rapid Terror tape.

Richter was presented a Death remaster, Gorguts, The VVitch soundtrack and a dreamy shirt to wear while listening to them.


D Lee shows us his eclectic haul that includes Deftones, Death, Nails, Thrice and Neurosis

d LEe
Jack Bauer received Nails, Sewercide  and more socks!


Our good buddy JAG got the new Thrawsunblat and a handwritten note.


Well looky there! J.R. got the album and a note too! But more importantly, a hard drive to store all of Mailmanbro’s and Bandcampbro’s hauls on.


Ted Nu-Djent is trying, but he will still NEVER BE ONE OF US!


The man known only as Elegant Gazing Globe shows us that no matter what, Mailmanbro never brings him new music. That’s a lot of Guns n Roses.

legant globe

Mailmabro brings Lief Bearikson some sludgy goodness that is Inter Arma and helps the mustachioed bear on his quest for all of John Carpenter‘s scores.


Thanks to Mailmanbro, Mother Shabubu is one step closer to attaining the ultimate drum tone.

Mother Shabubu

Pagliacci proves once again proves that he is an expert in all things Trees ‘n Shit.

pagilici kult

Mailmanbro keeps Simon’s Axe Unspeakable this month with Sewercide and Insanity.


Our shining Spear scored new records by Zhrine and The Lion’s Daughter.


Joe got an original and completely unopened pressing of Possessed to Skate, a siqqq 90s powerviolence compilation featuring Charles Bronson, Spazz, and Despise You. Also, Nettesferd, the latest from Kvelertak.

Possessed to Skate

Now it is your turn. SHOW US WHAT YOU GOT!

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