Posted in music | tour dates on March 19, 2014


New York hardcore festival Black N' Blue Bowl returns this year for two nights at The Well (5/17 & 5/18) in May. The lineup features d-beat pioneers Discharge headlining the second day, plus NYHC vets Agnostic Front performing with their Cause For Alarm lineup both nights. Other bands playing include Power Trip, Incendiary, 7 Seconds, All Out War, Beyond (reunion), Against the Grain (reunion), NYC punk vets Kraut, Sworn Enemy, Take Offense and more. And in what may or may not be exciting news, Hatebreed headlines the first day and Biohazard play that day too. Single day passes and 2-day passes are on sale now.

Full initial lineup (a few more bands TBA) and festival flyer below...


Black Blue

Black N' Blue Bowl -- 2014 Lineup

Saturday May 17th - Doors @ 1pm

Agnostic Front (last times you'll Ever See Cause For Alarm Line up)
All Out War
Minus 1(Minus Merauder)
Darkside NYC
Sworn Enemy
Brick By Brick
Friend Or Foe
More TBA...

Sunday May 18th - Doors @ 1pm

Agnostic Front (Last Chance to see CFA Lineup )
7 Seconds
Take Offense
Beyond (reunion)
Power Trip
Against The Grain (reunion)
Criminal Instinct
Heavy Chains
Caught In A Trap
More TBA



Comments (50)

Encased ground meats. Sausagefest 2014.

Posted by Anonymous | March 19, 2014 2:38 PM

Last time I had a discharge in LA it didn't end well

Posted by Anonymous | March 19, 2014 2:38 PM

Weight watchers is going to have a stand at BNB this year.

Posted by Anonymous | March 19, 2014 2:40 PM

"(last times you'll Ever See Cause For Alarm Line up)"

until the next lucrative offer comes around.

Posted by Anonymous | March 19, 2014 2:52 PM

Wax your taints boys. Shits about to get serious!

Posted by Anonymous | March 19, 2014 2:54 PM

If Evan still not playing with Biohazard?

Posted by Anonymous | March 19, 2014 3:00 PM

Biohazard is the only TRVE NYCHC band on this shit-fest.

Posted by Anonymous | March 19, 2014 3:03 PM

Any of you pussies want to meet me there and talk shit in person?

well too bad because i won't be going.

Posted by xTAINTx | March 19, 2014 3:04 PM

"Biohazard is the only TRVE NYCHC band on this shit-fest."

That made me laugh out loud.

Posted by Anonymous | March 19, 2014 3:04 PM

Meathead Central. Dumbfuck Island.

Posted by Anonymous | March 19, 2014 3:04 PM

so many 40 year olds with tattoos and shorts and peter pan syndrome

Posted by Anonymous | March 19, 2014 3:10 PM

Where the fuck is that faggot D?

Posted by Anonymous | March 19, 2014 3:12 PM

@3:03 That's funny. Biohazard is def the least hardcore band on the bill! And it ain't a shit fest, there's some great bands if you cared at all about heavy music you would know that.

Posted by Anonymous | March 19, 2014 3:12 PM

^ As opposed to everyone who goes to see every indie band that has been doing reunions in the last several years? Glad you could clarify.

Posted by Anonymous | March 19, 2014 3:14 PM

was the name "KNUCKLEHEADS-FEST" taken or something?

Posted by Anonymous | March 19, 2014 3:20 PM

Will I need earplugs for this? New to hardcore.

Posted by anonymous | March 19, 2014 3:22 PM

3:12 - you are my hero. I would like to purchase a sarcasm detector for you. Please print your email address here in the comments.

Posted by 3:03 | March 19, 2014 3:23 PM

3:22 - you should go to a skate shop and get some sex wax. Apply it liberally to your forehead. You'll be all set.

Posted by Anonymous | March 19, 2014 3:24 PM

Never knew Pete Steele wrote the lyrics of Public Assistance. Thanks Wikipedia.

Posted by Anonymous | March 19, 2014 3:32 PM

Are you okay? Is New York getting to you? Are things not going according to plan?

Stop whining. For fuck’s sake.

The plan you don’t plan for isn’t the plan you planned but it’s usually more original. Isn’t that why you moved to New York? To be original?

God, you didn’t move to play make-believe, did you?

Because New York is a penal colony built and guarded by the convicts. The rivers and oceans are natural moats keeping the maniacs in, and the rest of the country relatively safe

It’s overcrowded, noisy, and in the summer it smells like a mass grave.

Men masturbate on subway trains. Everybody is in a hurry to get somewhere important always at all times. Money is Jesus.

Winter and New York have been at war for centuries.

The only personal journey New York is interested in is the one that ends with you paying your yearly city income tax.

New York is fighting over a discarded table left out on the street at 5AM with an ancient grandmother who could bench press a compact car. She wins.

New York is getting laid off, and then getting laid off again. A few years later, the day of yet another layoff, New York is your credit card getting declined at CVS. You were buying a personal ointment and Cup O’ Noodles.

New York is getting mugged and then, later, at an Irish bar having a Serbian, a Moroccan, and a Turk drunkenly swearing they’ll break the legs of whoever stole your iPod full of shitty indie music that all sounds like a little boy singing sad songs from the bottom of a well.

New York isn’t your fantasy. You’re the fantasy in New York’s imagination. One day the fever will break and every New Yorker will immediately cease to be.

If New York were a cat, it would eat your face after you collapsed in the kitchen from a heart attack.

New York is Galactus. New York is Cthulhu. New York doesn’t change; it mutates. Evolves. In two hundred years it will have a hundred thousand centipede legs and the entire mass will migrate south for the winter.

When did you think you were the center of New York’s universe? Why did you think that? Shame on you. Your Instagrams aren’t that great.

No one “wins” New York. Ha, ha.

You will lose. Everyone loses. The point is losing in the most unexpected, poignant way possible for as long as you can.

Jay Z and Beyonce are doing okay.

Struggle, motherfucker. Hustle. Fail, fail again, fail until you forget what succeeding is, and then, on your deathbed, as you’re full of rotten phlegm and regret, you can look back and crack a smile that you won a couple, and survived everything else.

Hell, maybe your kin will survive the apocalypse and sing mighty ballads of your tragic battles by a roaring bonfire.

But until then - accept that your umbrellas will turn themselves inside out. That your rent is a tumor in the guts of your bank account. Complain that you deserve a raise, that the N train never, ever, ever runs when you need it to run (and that it’s probably personal,) and that New York is a giant meatgrinder extruding tons of chewed up dreams.

Complaining is the only right you have as a New Yorker. To complain is to tell the truth. People who refuse to complain, and insist on having a positive outlook, are monsters. Their optimism is a poison. If given the chance they will sell you out.

New York will kick you in the hole, but it will never stab you in the back. It will, however, stab you multiple times right in your face.

I’m not saying give up the battle. Just know that, sometimes, it’s okay to flip off the cold, indifferent universe. The universe is not “The Force” from Star Wars. The universe is an endless cosmic ocean of fire and ice and violence and suffocating nothing.

Just avoid people who smile too much. Especially when smiling is not the appropriate emotional response to a situation.

Avoid the romantics who suggest strolling ethnic neighborhoods like they’re inspiration zoos.

It took ten years before the Greeks and the Bangladeshis in my neighborhood stopped sneering when I spent my money in their crappy corner groceries and made eye contact with me. But once I had grudgingly earned their respect, you know what? They turned out to be wise, jolly, lovable scamps who taught me to love life to its fullest, while speaking broken English.

That’s a lie, of course. They were all assholes. Just cranky, angry people.

We got along. I am honest with myself.

I am an asshole.

Avoid the cool kids who hate tourists because this is a port city, not some provincial backwater. Only tourists hate other tourists.

A tourist is, after all, a mark. New York loves an easy dollar. That old slogan “I Love New York” was just part of a long con.

New York City does not lie. Its honesty is the only thing that makes this cold chunk of over-developed concrete special. Complain. Life can suck. It really can.

Just when you think your heart can’t be broken into enough pieces, those tiny shards break into thousands of more splinters that break into millions of flecks of glitter.

It’s cold. You’re broke. Dad’s dead. It hurts.

Money only buys two things: lavish self-deceptions and comfortable suffering.

If you can afford either, then I say go for it.

But the overwhelming majority of us can’t, so sing the blues. Bitch and moan when it hurts and frustrates.

Complaining is the natural opera of New York. The arias spill out onto the streets, over tablecloth, between smartphones.

That’s all you get.

New York City doesn’t love you. Why would think you’re in a relationship with New York? It’s not a boyfriend or a parent. New York will never give you its approval because New York City is too busy being New York City to care about you.

New York’s indifference to your plight makes you strong. Fall to your knees and thank New York for making you strong.

New York doesn’t miss me. I don’t even think New York knows I’m gone.

I thought about writing one of those “Why I Left New York” essays on the off chance that New York would notice. I knew better.

Why did I leave New York?

For a job. I took a job. A good job.

Also, let’s be honest, because I am a wimp.

L.A. smells like flowers all the fucking time and I think that smell is pumped in from kind of secret reservoir of perfume. But I didn’t leave New York because I fell out of love with the city.

If New York had voice mail I would leave it insane messages day and night. I would tell it how much I love and miss it. The energy. The culture. The Jamaican meat pies.

There would be sobbing.

I would text it “hi” and “sup” and “r u ok” constantly.

I love New York. My love is strong. My love is psycho.

If I ever move back, if I’m even allowed top return, New York will briefly study my face and mutter “Who the fuck are you?”

If not, I will always look back on getting my ass kicked fondly because that pain is proof that I had a relationship with New York’s steel-toed boot.

My back once went out on my way to work, and New York did nothing as I squirmed in unbelievable agony on the streets of Queens. I dragged myself by my bloody fingertips five blocks back to my apartment.

Isn’t that beautiful?

If you love something, let it go. If it doesn’t come back, boo-hoo, write an essay.

There are plenty of great reasons to live on the West Coast. Tacos. Fish tacos. I can spend my days literally staring directly into the warm Southern California sun.

New York doesn’t get jealous. New York doesn’t care about Los Angeles.

But I am starting to care. Just a teensy bit. I just wish more people out here on the fringe of our civilization would complain more about traffic, flip-flops, and kale.

You know, the fact that L.A. is universally despised by the rest of the country is almost endearing. New Yorkers love an underdog.

Or they should.

Posted by Anonymous | March 19, 2014 3:48 PM

Yeah I'm right about ready to fuck every cock mongering sausage daddy in the bum. Hopefully I can get tickets to this dick swinging knuckle dragger fest.

Posted by Anonymous | March 19, 2014 3:59 PM

"Only tourists hate other tourists"

How fucking true.

Posted by Anonymous | March 19, 2014 4:21 PM

There are enough good bands on the bill to make it worthwhile. You have more TBA, but Brain Slug is playing Saturday also. Hatebreed is a big "get". Gonna be good seeing them at an actual hardcore show again.

Posted by Anonymous | March 19, 2014 4:48 PM

I am lending Harley my knife

Posted by Anonymous | March 19, 2014 5:30 PM

Oh shitttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt

Posted by Anonymous | March 19, 2014 6:16 PM

I wonder what Ben from the Men thinks about this.

Posted by Anonymous | March 19, 2014 6:35 PM

WHERE THE FUCK IS D?!?????!!???

Posted by Anonymous | March 19, 2014 6:48 PM

Only bands worth seeing are beyond, power trip and discharge. I'll stay far away on Saturday, that's going to be a bro-down, goon, mosh fest galore- biggest bunch of Mongol retards will be in attendance for that one.

Seriously, hatebreed?!? What a bunch of corn balls

Posted by Anonymous | March 19, 2014 8:07 PM

say his name three times and he shall be summoned




Posted by Anonymous | March 19, 2014 10:30 PM

Holy fuck @3:48 I really hope that you didn't sit there and type all that shit I'll never read

Posted by Anonymous | March 19, 2014 10:44 PM

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Posted by Anonymous | March 20, 2014 1:23 AM

3:48 are those lyrics to a song by Biohazard

Posted by Anonymous | March 20, 2014 1:56 AM

@8:07 far more bands worth seeing on Sunday. Can't wait.

Posted by Anonymous | March 20, 2014 8:24 AM

This is the band that inspired J Mascis to pick up the guitar and start his first band, Deep Wound.

Posted by Anonymous | March 20, 2014 10:32 AM

^ Biohazard? Yes. J always told me that it was Evan's vocal stylings that inspired him.

Posted by Anonymous | March 20, 2014 11:17 AM

No, Discharge.

Posted by Anonymous | March 20, 2014 1:38 PM

J Mascis is now trying to say he wasn't influenced by BIOHAZARD? Whatever, dude. I know what he told me.

Posted by Anonymous | March 20, 2014 2:01 PM

J was inspired by marry a porn star and do films.

Haven't you seen any of 'em?

Freaky Scenes 46 just came out.
I think I'm coming all over you was the best one though.

Posted by Anonymous | March 20, 2014 4:26 PM

"little furry things" was his foray into fetish films - kinda enjoyable.

Posted by Anonymous | March 20, 2014 4:38 PM

What a bunch of finoichs, calling out "40 year old men in bands" like some talent scouts for some mainstream record label. "waaahhh, they're too ugly" "waaah, they're too fat", what a bunch of little girl hacks!

Posted by Anonymous | March 21, 2014 11:47 PM

I don't understand why Discharge is back together. I hope they play their 3rd rate Glam material when they attempted to sing like a 3rd rate King Diamond. No way they could come close to playing like Denner during the release of those Lps.

Good to see 7 Seconds headlining. Let them teach people that you don't have to injure people in the pit to have fun.

Not Just Boys Fun!!! here's to seeing pics of a more co-ed crowd this year.
and for those that don't wanna attend and wait 10 plus hours to see 7 Seconds they will be back around in July.

Posted by Jeff | March 22, 2014 4:44 PM

Will any of these bands play their poor excuse for Metal material? Or they can deny they ever recorded that crap and fans can hold up copies of the albums!

I'd pay to see the looks on their faces.

Posted by Jeff | March 22, 2014 5:29 PM

@5:29, Most of those guys never denied or hid anything metal. They play it outright. The denial comes when they say "it's hardcore, not metal."

Posted by Anonymous | March 24, 2014 9:01 AM

ha ha, I agree

Posted by Anonymous | March 24, 2014 12:31 PM

It fucking blows that discharge is playing. I can't believe bnb would waste time and money booking them.

Posted by Brian | March 25, 2014 12:33 AM

Is it possible that Discharge can still play well? even if they play their Metal shit that the other posters talked about?

Posted by Anonymous | March 25, 2014 10:05 AM

7 Seconds to Mars

Posted by Anonymous | March 25, 2014 10:27 AM

I'll be there with my bff and my laptop playing prog dance techno trance

Posted by Nicholas Jaar | April 4, 2014 1:29 PM

Kinda let down by these posts....I was expecting to laugh way more.

Posted by Anonymous | April 4, 2014 3:48 PM

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