I Stabbed My Landlord, legend has it; have been coming out when the moon is at its brightest on the blackest night. When werewolves howl and goats huff wang you will see them, their eyes ablaze with hate and alcohol. They will come to your stage, they will pass out, attack crowd members, and influence you to drink mass quantities of alcohol. By day light the venue is filled with the corpses of dead punks, alcoholics, metal heads, and prostitutes. Beware the I Stabbed My Landlord. Beware.