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Way back when in the halcyon days of 2004 whilst MetalSucks Maniac Rod Blogojovich and I resided in a flophouse on the sand-washed lower peninsula of Michigan, there was a band that absolutely blew our minds named Whiskey Fistfight. Rod has written up a description of the band far more fitting and elegant than I could have, so I’ll let him steer the ship from here:

If ever a band lived up to it’s name Whiskey Fistfight did just that. Like a night that starts out simply with a couple shots of Beam and ends with four broken knuckles and at least a pint of missing blood, Whiskey Fistfight certainly looked innocent enough. They didn’t dress in black, they didn’t have long, stringy hair, and with nary a tattoo to be seen none could have suspected the pure, five-fingered brutality that emerged from these four guys once they got their Irish up. They fought as one brass-knuckled fist: guitar playing that would put Van Halen and Dimebag to task with it’s sheer dexterity and ruthless cruelty, inexorable machine gun smattering of drums, and over all singing like two gravestones rubbing together. Whiskey Fistfight was that rarest of beasts: young, visceral, intelligent, and downright sickeningly talented.

But Whiskey Fistfight seems to have gone AWOL like so many promising Michigan bands of yore. A few minutes of Google searching turned up a long-dormant PureVolume page and another long-dormant PureVolume page of a band called Guns of Navarone, a band formed “from the escrements of what was WHISKEY FISTFIGHT.” Their official website is down. No contact info. No MySpace. Anyone know the whereabouts of the members of this once fine band?

-VN