The Black Lips are three dudes from Atlanta and one from New Orleans who play a brand of garage that some folk refer to as “Flowerpunk”. They had a big haunted house that they lived in called ‘Die Slaughterhouse’. After they burned it down, they named their record label after it. At their shows they pull out their dongs and piss in their own mouths. Vice Records recently signed them, making them the first band to be on Vice Records that aren’t total garbage. I had a sit-down with Jared and we discussed where his life is going and his favorite things about being from Hotlanta. I only understood a little more than half of his answers because the guy’s a mumbly-joe. Well, here you go.

Trashed: What’s your current living situation in ATL?
Jared: There isn’t one. We have to wing it, but it’s only for about two months a year. We are semi-homeless. I got a place in Berlin until the next USA tour. So I guess I don’t really live there anymore. The other dudes have girlfriends they live with.

Will there ever be another Die Slaughterhouse?
Yeah, there’s one now, but it’s nowhere near as crazy as the original two. I won’t live in it again. I get enough Slaughterhouse on tour.

Why does Atlanta have no good music venues for white kids except MJQ?
There are other places like Lenny’s Eyedrum and the Earl. We’re gonna start booking shows at a black club on Sweet Auburn Avenue (The place of the first black prosperity and successful business ownership in the South) called Cal’s. They serve BBQ and cop weed for you as a courtesy. Atlanta has a good amount for its size.

Do you consider Ian the odd man out for being from New Orleans? Do you consider him pretentious, or beneath you or something?
We look down on him as a second-class citizen and regularly refer to him as a savage. New Orleans folk are our brothers. We look out for each other. It is/was the best US city in my opinion