We checked out Pizzatramp at Rebellion 2024, as we always do, and made sure to have a look at The Punk Site Fuckometer a number of times during the set. We can confirm that the readings remained consistent at zero fucks given. That’s why we love these sarcastic scallywags. They genuinely don’t care, and if there’s a more pointed gesture of their disdain for you, me and everybody else than Jim‘s side–of-stage mid-set vomit, I’d be very surprised. And yet for all their disdain and rambunctious tomfoolery, Pizzatramp are deeply beloved. They go there. Angry machine gun bursts of vituperative hardcore skate punk are what you’re gonna get and you’re going to enjoy it. That’s why The Last Supper, despite its bile and f...