Leaving the putrid confines of Pigfuck, TN's dankest basements, full time rock and roll heroes emerge. Prepare for battery acid guitar solos, Johnny Paycheck death screams, blackened humor, and a little old fashioned fuckin’ in the USA--all clocked in for a full 9-5. You don’t christen yourself FILTH lightly—forget the classics, forget poetry, forget respect. Don’t come here looking for an honest job. Take your punk and shove it and let the scene heads fracture. Welcome to Full Time Filth.