Be warned: this will be the greatest punk show in the history of the universe.

Bold statement i know. But for us this is a particularly special show. The ruiners of virgins, The Counterfeit Saints, are sharing the bill with their two most favorite bands, ever; The Outskirts and Rodents of Unusual size. This show takes place at the illustrious Firehouse Bar and Grill in georgeous Lomita California. The Counterfeit Saints are bringing thier life changing punk rock sound as well as a full pyrotechnics and laser show, lots of confetti, another super fun raffle, nude girls, fun farm animals and a sweet water slide to keep all you dirty punks entertained. How can this night get any better. Let us tell you. No cover. Thats right. Free shit. Everyone loves free stuff. And everyone loves The Outskirts, Rodents of Unusual Size and Counterfeit Saints.

Lets meet The Counterfeit Saints. Introducing St Jason the deciever.

Originally selling his soul for a chance at super-stardom. St Jason was duped by the almighty lucifer and was not given any real talent at all. He can barely play his bass and cannot sing. He will soon be replaced. The only positive aspect of his being in The Counterfeit Saints is that he is very rich.

Counterfeit Saints in the Studio. Mark tracks drums

Let's meet The Counterfeit Saints. Introducing Vito the viscious

Name: St Vito the viscious Hometown: Somewheres in New Mexico Current Location: Anaheim, Ca Occupation: Disneyland mascott, singer Counterfeit Saints, singer Scapethroat Hobbies: Eating cereal with blood, Mongolian throat singing, bird watching, booze Special Powers: Seven octave range, detachable jaw, bionic liver.

Counterfeit Saints in the Studio. Drum Tracking.

St. Mark the Destroyer.

Counterfeit Saints off to the studio!

The drums are dismantled and off on a sacred pilgrimage to a super top secret recording studio. More to come as we in The Counterfeit Saints will keep these events immortalized on the world wide web through the use of this most holy blogspot.

Lets meet The Counterfeit Saints. Introducing St. Mark.

Originally hailing from the windy city, Chicago Il. St. Mark spent the last few years traveling the country avoiding creditors, warrants, exes, wage garnishments and federal taxes till he could travel no further west and ended up in Los Angeles. The Countefeit Saints discovered Mark on a lovely saturday afternoon in Venice California. Trying to drown out and scare all the hippies from twirling, banging on drums, being smelly and generally anonoying Mark positioned himself next to their drum love circle and played blast beats at 292 bpm on a drum set consisting of trash cans, buckets, and his own chest. Like roaches in a lit room the hairy, unemployed group scattered from his rhythmic assult and left the beach defeated with burning sage in hand. Impressed with both his drumming and community service skills Mark was immediately asked to join the band.