With months of planning under our belts, bags packed and loads of rock fury to unleash, we prepare to head over to the UK to dish out a dose or two of good old fashioned Detroit rock n’roll. But no tour is complete without a proper send-off so we head downtown to Detroit rock city, Aug. 1 for a visit with our friends at the Lager House. We were supposed to share the bill with Chicago’s Bible of the Devil and Boston’s Iron Boss but both bands had last minute snafu’s that prevented them from joining us so I got on the phone and managed to snag our friends Chapstik and Goose Gator to join us.

The Gator sets up first and begins to lay down the rock. This band is really cool and I’m glad we had a chance to play with them again. You must check them out and make sure to listen to their song 69. It will leave you in stitches. Beautifully written fellas. They rocked to many in the crowd that hadn’t yet seen them and left the stage to find a whole new set of fans. That my friends is how things are done in rock n’ roll. Next up were Chapstik, a three guitar, bass & drums sonic assault of metal. And did I mention a breath of fresh air. Their set fell a song short when bass mad-man Dan G broke a string. Two really good bands to help us celebrate our return to the UK. Big thanks to both bands for jumping in at the last minute and helping us out. We owe ya!!

TOUR DIARY BEGINS HERE…..

Aug. 12 Detroit Metro Airport: We meet at BZ headquarters where PaZilla has arrived to take us to the airport. We cram our bags in the car and we’re off for our third trip to the UK. We arrive at Detroit Metro Airport where we start what turns out to be a 2 hour wait in line to check our baggage when all of a sudden a familiar face appears in the horizon. It’s Kurt and his girl Masha! Then we see the rest of the band, it’s the Deadstring Brothers from Detroit. It is then we discover that we’re sharing the same flight to the UK. Sweet.

We board the plane and settle into our luxury coach seats (that’s sarcasm folks) and quickly check out the movie guide. Shrek II is on and I’m pleased. We eat dinner, catch a few flicks and try to settle in for some sleep. Jason and Kim take off to the back of the plane to hang with our Detroit friends and proceed to keep the flight attendants busy serving drinks until the wee hours of the morning.

Aug. 13 STRATFORD-UPON-AVON, Bulldog Bash: Seven and a half hours later, we arrive at London’s Heathrow airport where we proceed to immigration, luggage pick up and customs clearance. Joy! Once out of there, we’re quickly greeted by our driver/tour manager duo of Ian McCone and David Robinson. It is a pleasure to see them again. Hugs and kisses are in order as we quickly load up the mini-bus with our baggage and we’re off to perform our first show of the tour. It’s a two hour drive to Stratford and once into town, we follow the “bulldog bash” signs all the way to the festival grounds, of course even without the signs you can follow the rumble of hundreds of Hells Angels making their way to the site.

Once on the grounds, we settle in at our campsite and greet the rest of our English mates. Sandra, Sharon, Amy, Tom, Oli and Mike are all there and it is really nice to see them again. We decide then to walk about and check things out. The site is huge so there is much ground to cover and muddy ground at that. It’s been raining all week and the place is a mud pit!! We quickly head over for some grub and check out the vending areas where we all purchased new sleeping bags for the weekend and then head over to catch our touring mates Seed perform on the second stage. They were really good and had some new tunes that quickly grew on us. I love their new tune “Insomnia”

Back to our dressing room trailer where we hang out for the next few hours we quickly pretty ourselves up for the stage and head out to catch the set by Winnebago Deal. We toured with them on our first UK tour so it was cool to see them again as well. We went over and caught the Tokyo Dragons who we will be playing with in London, they were a really rad rock n’roll band too. It’s here we run into our old mate Andy who surprisingly marrying a woman from Grand Haven Michigan and by the time you read this, is living in Michigan. Welcome to the states Andy!

With the time change and jet lag, we’ve been up for over 24 hours but we do our best not to let it show as we head towards the stage. When we start the tent is almost half full with loads of people making their way to check out the Broadz. We burst into our set leaving every drop of sweat imaginable on the stage. The crowd goes wild and I begin getting the feeling that this is going to be a really good tour.

About ¾ of the way through our set, a massive downpour ensues forcing the growing outdoor crowd into our tent for cover. The gods of hellfire were shining on us as this was a perfect way to make sure nobody missed our set. The rain stopped and the crowd stayed and we continued to pour our rock n’ roll hearts onto the stage, song after song. Afterwards, we’re greeted by hoards of fans for autographs and pictures. There is no competition with the Bulldog Bash, this is our best show!!

Back at our trailer, our publicity agent Roland is there and he is the absolute coolest. He’s arranging interviews for us and first up is Emily from BBC radio, she’s a treat and we talk for a long while about the trip, Detroit and our bulldog bash experience. We then meet with the folks from Rockbeast.com who’ve shot a slew of photo’s for their website. Then Roland informs us that we are to meet him at 9 p.m. for an interview with Dutch TV. We are excited. Then he tells us that it’s for Naked 2 U TV and the chick who’s going to be interviewing us is well umm…naked. Yay!!!

After milling about the grounds for a bit, we quickly meet back at the trailer to meet Cat from Naked 2 U TV. She arrives scantily clad in high boots and daisy dukes! She’s petite and cute and a bit shy but before you know it, she’s down to dental floss and boots. We decorate the rather dull dressing room trailer with our signature red boas offering one up for the lady to adorn her breasts with. We talk for a bit and wrap things up with a nice group photo. Check it!

It wasn’t long after that we turned in for the night, laying out four sleeping bags in a row on the bare floor of our dressing room trailer. It’s hardcore rock n’ roll sleeping on the floor but sleep is all that matters.




Aug. 14 STRATFORD-UPON-AVON, Bulldog Bash: The sun is shining which thankfully will help dry out some of the mud. We head over to shower and for breakfast, we have the night off and plan to stay on site to enjoy the day. We spend some time hanging out with Big Chris, who is the coolest Hells Angel of them all. We love you Big Chris!! We especially loved his Elvis get up and made sure to snap a photo of da broadz and Big Elvis Chris. We also spent time with Jill and Gary the man behind the Broadzilla Ecstasy video.

Then it was off to check out more bands. Today we will see, Electric Eel Shock, the Ga Ga’s, Orange Goblin and my favorite, the Wildhearts. It was fun hanging out all day and checking things out. We got to do some shopping in the vending area and meet some new faces but it was the music that was a blast to see.

With the night upon us, we stumble upon Ginger and the Wildhearts where we all exchange hugs and talk about rock n’roll. Then it’s time for the fellas to do what they do and boy do they do it well. They’re regulars at the Bulldog Bash, I think this is their 4 th consecutive year here so they are right at home. We watch the show from side-stage where the band played all of my favorite songs. Afterwards, we hung out in their dressing room trailer and talked more about rock n’roll. Then it was off to the campsite where we checked into our tent and turned in for the evening. But not before checking out the live porn. Well, I think it’s supposed to be erotic dancing but with encouragement from the crowd, the ladies get down and dirty and dirty and down. You must see it to believe it.

Aug. 15 BRIDGEND, Wales the Tollhouse: It’s Sunday and we’re all up early, tearing down camp and getting ready to head to Wales. It’s our first time in Wales so we are excited to see the sites. It’s about a 2-3 hour drive and before you know it, we’re paying the toll and crossing the bridge into Wales. It’s beautiful, as is England and we make our way to Mairs Bed & Breakfast in Bridgend where showers and a bit of rest are in order before heading to the venue for soundcheck.

I’m still in search of a phone card, so Jason and I hit the streets looking to purchase a card but to no avail, there are no phone cards to be had in this side of town, so we head back and meet up with the rest of the group before setting off to find the venue. The Tollhouse is just blocks away so it’s a short drive, we load in and set up for soundcheck. The people are all very friendly and seem to love our American accents. The Welsh accent is a bit different from the English one but not quite as heavy as the Irish or Scottish accent. Wales is also the home of Phil Campbell from Motorhead.

Up to our dressing room where lasagna and veggie pizza are served along with loads of carling beer! It is in Wales that I enjoy my first pint of beer for the trip, it was Fosters and it was damn cold and damn good. Tonight we have been profiled in the local paper as the “gig of the week” complete with a nice photo and a paragraph about the band. We watch some of 4 Ways to Fall and they were really cool. Seed went second and wowed the crowd with their polished brand of pop-punk. They get better and better each time they play. Next up was Emily All Over, there was nobody named Emily in the band but they were really rad nonetheless! And finally the beast from the east is unleashed in Wales as BZ annihilates the Tollhouse with a blistering set of ballbusting and ass kicking rock n’roll. And with that I leave you with the fine people of Wales.

Aug. 16 SHEFFIELD, the Corporation: It’s toast and tea for breakfast before heading back to Pontefract England where we’ll settle in for the next few days. We hit a bit of traffic on the road out which is where I got this shot from. Notice the English and Welsh translation on the road signs. We stir up some trouble at the service areas on England’s motorways where I begin a week long diet of BK Veggie Burgers. Being a vegetarian makes for rough eating on the road. One of these days some genius will invent a healthy/vegetarian style of quick service food.

Back in Pontefract, we unload our bags and help ourselves to heaps of sandwiches courtesy of the McCones. Then it’s off to Sheffield, home of Def Leppard. We arrive at the Corporation and meet the first of our myspace friends. First is Martin, a man who will continue on the Broadzilla journey and make it to every show for the rest of the tour. Hardcore! Next we meet Jade, Amber and Daniel. Two lovely broads and dude. Jade is a sweetheart and has been helping spread the word about Broadzilla, it is also her sister Ambers birthday so we quickly make acquaintances with them before heading in to do soundcheck.

Tonight Seed will play first warming up a sluggish crowd into a roaring audience. We were smashed in the middle, a bit earlier than we thought we’d go on but the time never stops the rock. See, shows go off much earlier than they do here in the states and the business of bands is much more structured than here in the states. Every band gets a soundcheck starting with the headlining band and working their way backwards. We always have dressing rooms and food and beverages. Time slots are posted in your dressing rooms and stage managers ensure that things get done in a timely fashion.

The acoustics of the room were a bit tricky but a few adjustments with our sound and we were ready to roll and rock and roll and rock and roll cuz the rock never stops!! The show went off well with the room quickly filling up with rock eager ears. The Fights took the stage last, they had a good high energy rock n’ roll vibe, we dug em.

Afterwards, we hung out by the merchandise table selling our wares and slinging autographs making sure to meet all the fine faces of Sheffield, then it was back to the dressing room where we continued to hang out with our myspace friends and proceeded to drink everything in site before heading back to Pontefract for a good nights rest.

Aug. 17 BIRMINGHAM Carling Academy: Finally a morning to sleep in. Sleeping in is like sleeping in until 10 a.m. but it’s better than 8 a.m. which had been the rise and shine call since we’d been in England. We shower and head downstairs where we’re greeted with tea and toast and the smell of vegetable stew brewing. The next few hours were spent catching up online with the folks back home and enjoying the fresh outdoor air. The stew was served about 2 p.m. and then we all gathered up our rock n’roll gear and headed out on a two hour drive towards the home of the Sabbath, Birmingham England.

Once in Birmingham, a quaint industrial town, we arrive at the Carling Academy where we’re again greeted by our biggest my space fan Martin who arrived in a timely fashion for his second dose of BZ rock. We load the gear in and meet with the Orange Goblin fellas, they’re a rad lot of rocker dudes and quickly offer up their stock of Jager for us to share. Once we finish sound-check, Jason and I hit the streets in our day three search of a phone card. We luck out in Birmingham, where I also scored a copy of the Hellacopters Cream of the Crap II at the Virgin Megastore. Sweet! Then it was off for a walk about town where we bumped into Shari from Black Velvet, she was coming to the show to shoot some photo’s so it was nice to run into her and her super tall platform shoes!

Back at the venue, Seed is getting ready to take the stage. The fellas appear a bit nervous as they get ready to dish out their brand of pop-punk to a crowd of metal hungry rock fans but they go off well tonight with a solid performance. We hit the stage next dishing out the Detroit rock loud and heavy. The crowd took to us well, notice them all smiling in the photo, making sure snatch up tons of merchandise post-show, including a post-show autograph session of the most mammorial kind. But it was the Orange Goblin that got the room jumping. The Goblin came and the masses were rocked while the Jager flowed freely. Back in the mini-bus for a two hour trek back to Pontefract. Where we quickly settle in for the night.




Aug. 18 LONDON Carling Academy Islington: Rise and shine is early as bus call is 10 a.m. We wake our tired asses up and get ready to head to London, my favorite place to play in England. It’s about a 4 hour drive so we set off early, making sure to hit the service stops along the way. The weather is nice but mixed with off and on showers as we drive through the beautiful English country side. Once in London we all look towards the window for another spot of the JKFC. What’s a JKFC you ask? Well, KFC, the popular chicken restaurant is quite popular in England as well as it is at home in the states, however, one innovative restauranteur, has creatively snagged the KFC logo and through a J in front of it as to mislead genuine KFC goers. What does the J stand for? I have no idea but we get a kick out of seeing the storefront every time.

We arrive at the Columbia Hotel with just about an hour to spare. The Columbia is the home for rock stars in London in our past visits we’ve run into guys from Killing Joke, Reel Big Fish and the Brian Jonestown Massacre so there are always some sort of musicians roaming about the hotel grounds. We check into room 305, a quaint 4 bed room overlooking Hyde Park. We transform from our comfortable traveling jeans to our rock n’ roll duds and head over to the Carling Academy Islington. We arrive about the same time the Goblin fellas are unloading their gear. So we do the same and head in for sound-check.

Once in the venue, we meet the Tokyo Dragons who will be sharing the bill with us tonight making it a four band bill of balls out rock! Then it’s off to meet with the lovely DJ Anne Maria from Hardcore Street Sounds on Total Rock Radio. She’s the coolest most raddest rock DJ around and we head back to our extremely small dressing room for an interview and photos. Once finished with DJ Anne Maria, the Goblin fellas offer to share their dressing room with us since they were in their alone and our dressing room was to be shared with three bands, so we move our stuff over to their room. There’s not much space in either room but it makes it nicer to have a bit more room to move about.

We head outdoors for a look around and have apparently just missed a massive downpour. We meet another myspace buddy Kristelle the Doll Zilla who is beautifully dressed in white and pink. We hang out for a bit before heading out for a short walk around town. Back to the venue we meet Steve DIY, he’s the coolest and we love him! It is then we realize that we have earned ourselves a nice bunch of friends in London running into all sorts of people from our two previous UK tours. Standing around the merch booth we run into a whole bunch of myspacer’s ready for the Broadzilla rock. But it’s Seed who takes the stage first and plays furiously and flawlessly throughout their whole set, it’s their best show on the tour and we’re hoping for the same.

Tonight is a special sort of night in London town as three Detroit bands are performing in the city. First there are the Deadstring Brothers, who you may recall we shared our flight with on the way over and then there’s the fabulous Dirtbombs doing garage rock proud and of course the Broadz are here as well all spreading the gospel of Detroit rock across the city. Sweet! The venue is packed by this point, butts to nuts as they say here in America and it’s hot as all fuck. So it’s our duty to turn the heat up a notch. Tonight I played through a Marshall head courtesy of Seed and an Orange cabinet courtesy of the Tokyo Dragons, pretty cool sound, I was digging it. The house music is turned down I take to the mic and without hesitation, “Good evening, we’re Broadzilla from DETROIT ROCK CIIITTTTYYYYY!!!” and BAM! We’re off. With photo’s snapping, high powered light rigs beaming brightly and sweaty rock n’roll fans going off, we quickly realized that were in fucking London and there is no messing around in London so we saluted the mass crowd with high energy rock n’ roll bred from the Motor City and they loved it.

Afterwards we spend about an hour at the merch booth signing autographs and selling BZ shit. Then Jason and I snuck across the way to a quaint little pub where we ran into some of the Seed family, DJ Anne Maria and company and Steve DIY. It seems we all had the same idea to sneak across the street for a drink and escape the insanity of the Carling Academy which was overly packed, hot and sweaty. But it wasn’t but a few minutes before we returned back to the venue to catch the rest of the Goblin set. The band just oozes metal riffs and the crowd loves them. It was a good run of shows with those fellas and we hope to see them again soon. Then it’s back to the Columbia where we hit the lounge for a few after show beers before
heading back to the room to crash.

Aug. 19: STAFFORD, video shoot: Early to rise, we head down for tea and toast in the dining room of the Columbia and then Jason and I head for a walk for some touristy type souvieners. Back at the hotel, we meet with our touring mates and set-off to the town of Stafford, about a two-three hour drive.

We’re spared of rain today but not of heat. It’s hot and humid when we arrive in Stafford as we approach an old warehouse in the middle of the city. We head up a rickety set of outdoor stairs to scope out the location for the shoot. It’s a big open room with the corner decked in blue background, blue floor. There’s tiny little amps there, much smaller than anything we’re used to but when standing next to them, it sort of makes us look like really tall super heroes. But it’s the drums that get the vote for the most bizarre. They’re tiny as well and are covered in hot pink fur!! The warehouse space has been used for shooting all sorts of stuff before so there are special prop rooms and outfit rooms that we have fun being nosy in. There was no front drum head so I went in search of something to fill the bare space with. We gather some black material and tape it to the inside and then I found what is now known as, “the hand” a painted red mannequin hand complete with studded wristband that we shoved inside the drum. It was funky, it was something and it served its purpose. Why? I don’t know but it worked.

After milling about the space playing with swords and giant tooth brushes, we head to the dressing room and change into our BZ duds where the sweat begins to pour. It’s a humid day and we’re on the upper level of a warehouse with a few open windows and two ceiling fans. We hobble on over to the corner of the room flanked by three stationary cameras courtesy of Gary Bannister and Co. with Tunnel Vision Media, who is heaps cool by the way. Liquor Snatch is pumping through a laptop rigged to a guitar combo amp and in 3, 2, 1 we fire off the sweatiest lip sync performance ever given. It’s odd lip syncing a long to your own tunes in such a sterile environment but we are having fun pretending to rock the masses in the corner of this loft studio. We run through about 3 takes of the song before it’s time to suit up individually. I’m up first, all alone in the blue background as I sing into the camera lense. Angie takes the second honors, rocking the towels we used to mute her drums right off the skins and Killa finishes out the solo takes doing her best to rock hard and not lose her cowboy hat. Finally, we finished up the shoot with a couple more run throughs with the entire band but this time the cameras came off the tri-pods and were brought right into our little corner for those extra cool up close rock shots. We anxiously await the video’s completion and we graciously thank Gary and his crew for their valueable time.

Enjoying the night off, we head back to Pontefract where we meet up with the rest of the Seed family for dinner at a nice Indian restaurant nearby. Plenty of drinks and food fill our bellies before heading back to catch a good nights rest.









Aug. 20: CARLISLE, the Brickyard: We enjoy our sleep and wake up for an early start to Carlisle. Our tour manager Ian is off on other business for two days so we head up with David and Andy in charge. Once into Carlisle, we check into a really cool bed & breakfast just off the beaten path and quickly learn that our trailer weld is almost gone and with the right bump, we’d crack the sucker in half. So David calls for a mobile welder and in no time, he’s on site and the trailer is repaired!

So we head down to the venue for load-in and sound-check. The Brickyard is a big brick building situated in the heart of the city about a block away from a castle. The streets are part brick part cobblestone and the rumbling from the tires on the van makes for a cool sound upon contact with the street. Tonight is an odd night, sort of reminds us of home as the show tonight will be a late one. We’re set for the stage at 12:30 a.m. which is like home but opposite of 99% of the shows in the UK which are over by that time.

So with time to spare, we head outside to meet the good people of Carlisle where we find a very heavy Scottish influenced accent is present. Most likely due to the fact that we’re mere miles away from Scotland. Some more of our My Space buddies show up Martin is here of course. After greeting our friends and with a ton of time to kill, we part ways and head down the road for a bite to eat at a nice little Italian restaurant.

Back at the venue, the crowd is filtering in for what turns out to be one of our favorite shows on the tour. The first band up is a ska based punk band with like seven members and the crowd begins what is to become and all night dance/mosh pit. Second band is a loud experimental type rock band who proves to be quite interesting. Seed plays next and gives one of their best shows on the tour as well. By this point the venue is full and the crowd awaits our turn for the stage. We bust into our first song and it’s not long before the mob goes wild. The front of the stage is padded with what looks like wrestling mats of some sort and it’s needed tonight as bodies go slamming one by one at the stage. It’s obvious these people are eager for the rock and we were happy to give it to them. Immediately after we finish our set, like I’m talking immediately, we didn’t have a chance to even sling our guitars off our necks and the crowd bursts into a collective chant screaming, “MORE! MORE! MORE! MORE! MORE!” and they kept going and going. So without hesitation, we take the stage once again and crank out a good handful of tunes before calling it a night.

Back at the B&B, we settle in for a nights rest. It’s late now, probably about 2 a.m. or so to which I venture down to a payphone to call home and find the cops arresting some street drunkard. It was quite a scene.

Aug. 21: NEWCASTLE, the Cluny: Up early and bellies full of tea and toast, it’s back in the mini-bus and on our way to Newcastle. It’s only a two hour drive so with time to spare we stop off at the halfway point for an afternoon walk around the town of Hexham. It’s a small town where basically most of the surrounding country folk go for supplies. We park and split into two groups and walk up a winding hill where small specialty shops and restaurants line the streets. A stop at Phat Katz is in order where we each enjoy a café mocha…mmmmm… then it’s off to see the city. We hit a few gift shops and a small candy store on our walk and then head back down the hill where we meet up with the other half of our crew.

Once in Newcastle, a city that sort of reminds me of Pittsburgh with all the bridges and buildings, we’re there early but decide to get the gear in and ready for sound-check. Jason and I take a long walk down the river along the dock where we find a collection of old boats in ruins. It was a sad site to see so many of these historic looking boats just falling to pieces. However at the end of the dock we found groups of people working to restore some of the boats so hopefully some of these ships will sail the waters again. Back at the venue we meet the fellas in the Flaming Eights and begin mingling with the town folk. The bar is split into two sides, a bar side and the band side and at first everyone is hanging on the bar side. It’s here we meet the fellas in the Love Mat, they weren’t on the bill but came to check out the show anyway.

First up are the Flaming Eights and they rocked the house delivering a nice dose of rock riffs and hooks. Sadly though much of the crowd is more interested in the drinking portion of the night and never make it to the band room to see them. Second on the bill are Seed and even more sadly, even less come over to see them. At this point, we’re not feeling too hopeful about the gig but we suit up, head to the stage and hope for the best. By our second song, I could see the room begin to fill up and that was a good feeling. By mid set we had the room packed and they were digging the Detroit sounds. So all was good after all.

With a 2 hour drive back to Pontefract, we load up and head out but not before slinging back a few with our my space buddies and Newcastle friends. Oh and did we drink Newcastle beer while in Newcastle? You betcha!











Aug. 22: COVENTRY, the Jailhouse: After a nights rest we awake to the smell of food in the kitchen. Sharon is cooking and this time she’s whipped up a fancy batch of cheesy pasta and salad. The group gathers around for our last meal together and a damn fine meal it is. We love Sharon and are once again sad to leave. We say our goodbyes to all the ladies of the Seed family and with Ian, David and Andy in tote we head to Coventry.

We arrive at the Jailhouse, it’s our last show of the tour so naturally we are hoping for a blowout, though at this point, we’ve had so many highs it’s hard to top them all. There are about 5 bands on the bill tonight, too many that I lost track of who was who but there was a kick ass girl band who opened up the night and we dug them. After watching them I head into the ladies room where I make an unusual discovery. I approach what appears to be one of those aspirin condom type vending machines, which is another thing that always boggled my mind…It’s like, “don’t worry about the headache, just take the aspirin, get the condom and go fuck!!” At any rate, upon further glance I realize that it’s a vending machine for vibrators!!!!!!! Yikes! British ladies do not mess around, if there are no good looking boys at the bar, they can get the job done themselves. Nice one!

Our dressing room is once again upstairs, like WAY upstairs. There were even signs posted along the way letting us know that we were “almost there” nice touch! We’re fed sandwiches and pizza and oodles of beer. We head back downstairs to chat with Martin who has made it to the gig once again to help send us off. There was a nice size crowd gathering in the bar leading us to believe that things were running smoothly. But with the amount of bands on the bill and the attention span of the average music listener growing smaller by the minute, by the time we hit the stage, we’d lost some of the crowd and on top of that we were dealing with a weak PA system, but we roll with it and hope for the best. Not a bad gig by any means but not anything compared to the rest of our tour so with that, we bid farewell to our new friends in Coventry and also to our touring mates Seed as the boys will be heading back with Andy while David and Ian take us girls to the hotel in London, about a 2-3 hour drive. We are once again sad to say goodbye, it has been a wonderful tour, the kind dreams are made of and the kind that could not be possible had it not been for people like Mike, Tom and Oli of Seed, Ian, Sharon, David, Sandra, Andy and Liz who graciously let us play on their gear and welcomed us into their homes. We love you guys like family. Thank you. And to all of our friends we met along the way, the list is too long to mention, we thank you for getting off your ass and coming out to the gig to support us, taking pictures, doing interviews, buying us drinks and helping to spread the gospel of Broadzilla across your great land. Thank you, thank you, thank you. Until next time……







Aug. 23: LONDON, Heathrow Airport: We’re up early, showered and full from breakfast when our driver arrives to take us to the airport. Tired and worn out, we load our bags and head out. With the Columbia Hotel in the background and Hyde Park to our left we are reminded of what a beautiful town London is. Once at the airport we wait patiently for our boarding call. With hopes of someday flying first class, we wait for our seating row to be called and board the plane where we cram our asses into shitty coach seats, fill our bellies with mediocre airplane food and head back to the smog filled streets of the Motor City. In all of it’s abandon warehouse glory, we arrive and are glad to be home. Cheers!