Calendar of Events

January 2022
January 25, 2022
Show Starts:
8:00 pm
Show End:
11:00 pm
Doors will open approximately 30minutes prior to show start time.
Entry Fee:
and up allowed
About the Show and the Artist:


Renowned for incendiary live shows and ferocious stage presence, Intercourse carve a singular niche within New England’s outsider hardcore scene. Founded in 2014 by vocalist Tarek Ahmed, a self-titled EP soon followed, establishing a steady stream of releases punctuated by 2016's Pissing into the Abyss EP and 2017’s split release with North Carolina’s The Asound. 2018’s debut lp Everything is Pornography When You've Got an Imagination and 2019’s Bum Wine 7” (both on Constant Disappointment Records) saw the band further expanding their reach by venturing out across New England and the Mid-Atlantic through to North Carolina, selling out multiple vinyl pressings in the process. 


Though previously beset upon with fluctuating lineups (no doubt folding under the weight of the madness), Ahmed and longtime drummer Caleb Porter mined opportunity from within the inertia of 2020’s pandemic, concluding the year with both a decisive incarnation and sophomore record Rule 36.  Recorded at Dead Man’s Blade Studio with Ryan Pelegano (Posture and the Grizzly)  at the helm, the 9 tracks contained herein see Ahmed’s cynically unhinged vocals bolstered by guitarist Sean Prior’s unholy squall, Porter’s pummeling onslaught, and bassist Pete Stroczkowski’s molten sludge. The group blister through apocalyptic landscapes of fetishistic surgeons, reptilian onanists, and belligerent MAGA bros at the speed and heft of a bullet train collision, stopping only once the cacophonous feedback of closer ‘Pagliacci Was Ahead Of His Time’ sputters out from the weight of Ahmed’s screams of unfettered grief and self-destruction.            

Poised for a return to the stage and an opportunity to once again unleash their particular brand of caterwaul unto live audiences everywhere, Intercourse offer up Rule 36 in the interim. The time until then will be no doubt spent doing what comes naturally to the band: preparing the next barrage of sonic assault.  

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