n the outskirts of the swampy Saint Petersburg there lays the Southern Graveyard. Once in the autumn of 2004 there gathered a gang of grave kickboxers, cattle-fighters and chainsaw masters. They sat on the tombs and crypts and drank burning vodka from the skulls and discussed their grave plans . Eventually they decided to terrorize the city with their dirty reverb vintage surf sound and thus wake the dead and make them flood the streets in their wheeled coffins spreading plague and diseases all around. The wickedest and the most grim of them put away his blood-stained chainsaw, took… read more
n the outskirts of the swampy Saint Petersburg there lays the Southern Graveyard. Once in the autumn of 2004 there gathered a gang of grave kickboxers, cattle-fighters and chainsaw masters. They sat on the tombs and crypts and drank burning vodka from the skulls and discussed their grave plan… read more
n the outskirts of the swampy Saint Petersburg there lays the Southern Graveyard. Once in the autumn of 2004 there gathered a gang of grave kickboxers, cattle-fighters and chainsaw masters. They sat on the tombs and crypts and drank burning vodka from the skulls and discussed their grave plans . Eventually they decided to terrorize the city with their dirty rever… read more
