My Dying Bride is a lot of things: gothic, orchestral, doomy, sad, depressing, beautiful. One thing they’re not is a band you listen to while doing goofy foot stalefish grab or while you’re playing Tony Hawk in your friend’s basement. How are you supposed to feel mournful longing when you’re grinding a rail outside a middle school? How can you feel the misery and remember that your body is a funeral when you’re surrounded by people having fun at the skatepark? I know we now live in an era where you can slap your name or logo on anything and … Continue reading Shirt Stains: My Dying Bride Skateboard