Dirtbombs / Split

(Bruise Cruise Volume 8)
Sleeve - FU Side
Sleeve - Dirtbombs side
Vinyl - FU side
Vinyl - Dirtbombs side

Sleeve - Folded Out:
Sleeve printed on shiny card, blank on reverse.


Tracks: I Hate Summer B/W If Can Can Can't We (Performed by The Dirtbombs)
Released: March 1, 2012
Label: Bruise Cruise Records BCR008
Matrix A: U-66229M-A BCK-008-453-0/4
Matrix B: U-66229M-B BCK/008-453-0/4
Pressing Info: 800, or maybe 500
Inserts: No regular insert
Variants: No (known) variants


''I Hate Summer'' recorded live at KEXP Seattle 2009. Given away as part of Bruise Cruise holiday.

From Insound:
This year's new 4-record series promoting the Bruise Cruise. Each release will feature 2 artists performing on the 7-inch and is limited to 800 copies (300 to Cruise attendees - 500 available to retail stores).

Promotional info, HERE includes rejected? sleeve art:

From FPH Bruise Cruise Review:
There were roughly 2000 passengers on board; only 500 were “Bruisers” who paid double that of the regular cruisers. The 500 consisted of: bands, press, and fans who have a reckless attitude toward their net worth. We were a strange upper-class, pressing every luxury forward. So, why did we do it?

I had hoped for sociological theatre, but that didn't happen. From all reports, last year’s inaugural cruise had a much more mischievous stripe running through it. I suppose that most thought it was an enchanted one-off and treated it as such. If last year was about reckless conquest, this year was about nesting and making sure that we could all do it all again.

The apathy of the other cruisers was welcome company to a crowd hailing mostly from the twitching hyper-informed city of Brooklyn, which was recently described to me as the “Hollywood of music”. I've also never seen bands look more content or relaxed. The weekend was , after all, a vacation from their tours.

The most important thing to note is that there was virtually no phone service or Internet available for the entire trip, and I never heard anyone complain. This became what really made this festival truly special. The crowd was not watching the shows through a sea of raised iPhones, and then scrambling to post their “footage”; they were actually present, together, sharing an experience. This festival didn't need to be validated by the Internet; it was valid on its own.

Relearning Web-less human interaction is pretty easy in a formalized setting that is built only for drinking, eating, fucking, swimming, and going broke. These are all themes that have a significant place in rock-and-roll culture. This irresponsible electricity in an exclusive environment, away from the bad noise of the world came to feel, for lack of a better term…punk.

There is a heavy irony in the idea that independent music culture has become so over-saturated, dangerously accessible, and embedded in the marketplace, that one of the last places it can still get enough room to breathe is in the staged-and-staffed, faux opulence of a “luxury” cruise liner.

The Bruise Cruise was a savage vacation that reminded me how great it is to see a show, and the human connection that makes me come back.