Mugwart

Not unlike the entire existance of Mugwart, we're doing this biography of the band ass backwards. I'm not even a band member for Christsakes. Just a family friend. It was over before it began. In 2003, This Dark Reign Records has compiled all of Mugwarts recordings into a final "Discography" album. 7"s, comp tracks, and a couple of songs that never saw the light of day have been released post-humously to commerate this highly intolerable outfit.

When people think of Va Beach VA, they often think of surf/sun, a virtual Daytona North, but like any city of any size, it's a grab-bag of the wealthy and derelict, and for three crust-covered years, 12 seasons in all, it was home for the shiftiest fuck punks known as Mugwart to ever grace a garage. Members came and went, sometimes you gotta blame the horse, but on several occasions, by accident or intervention, Mugwart caught lightning in bottles on Jack Daniels and were able to really put magic down. Their finest hour consisted of opening for Clutch in the areas largest venue with over 1000 fans (who's opinions ranged from disdain to slightly less disdain) on zero days notice and without practicing in two weeks. That was the 'wart in a nutshell: Never prepared for anything, always ready for everything. This Dark Reign, for a brief moment at least, has let the devil resurface one last time, for anyone who missed it the first time around. They don't bid anyone a fond farewell and you don't need to know the reasons behind the eventual breakup. Just suffice it to say that they are uglier than you are, and you look like shit. For the second time, this is Ben Hogg on behalf of Mugwart saying "fuck off."