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Since the mid 90's Three One G Records has been independently spitting into the world's unsuspecting ears release after release. Instead of snuggling up with the predictable niche that is Planet Its-already-been-beaten-to-dea th, the label carved their own perfect niche in the dirt of music's earth and the zombie-flips arose with guitar damaged middle fingers, crippled with carpal tunnel, in the death disco. And Three One G is still there now, in this very moment, at the resurrection of the fall of the western world's fat bad tasting tongue, soundtracking the decline, only half-rolling their eyes, and only half-surprised its taken the rest of you this long to catch up. -Wesley Eisold