05/03/2026
A FINAL NOTE TO THE BEST FANS IN THE WORLD 🤘
Hey punks.
This is hard to write. You may have noticed it's been pretty quiet for a while on our end. But after everything we've been through together, we're calling it quits.
From the moment Perry, Vincent, and Stephan started this whole thing back in 1990, none of us could have imagined what it would become. We went from playing sweaty clubs to recording with Marky Ramone in Brooklyn, hitting South by Southwest in Austin, tearing up the Warped Tour across the US, playing Lowlands, Dynamo, Storsjöyran, and even making it to Japan. Tokyo. Osaka. Fujisawa. We pinched ourselves every single day.
We've been the Beach Boys of punk rock, surf punks, pop punks, whatever you want to call us. But really, we've just been a bunch of guys from the Netherlands who wanted to play loud, fast, and with everything we had. And you showed up. Every time. You packed the venues, you sang every word, and when we thought it was over in 2006, you waited eight years and welcomed us back like we'd never left.
That meant the world to us. You mean the world to us.
To everyone who moshed, crowd-surfed, bought a record, wore a t-shirt, made a friend at one of our shows: thank you. Genuinely. The friendships, the adventures, the chaos, the memories, that's what this band was made of, and none of it exists without you.
We hope our songs live on as part of the soundtrack of your lives. Baja California on a summer road trip. Endless Summer on a cold winter night. Escape the Pressure when things get heavy. That's the best thing a band can ask for.
We love you. Now go play it loud.
— Perry, Erik, Micky, Daan, Wouter, Tim, and everyone who was ever a Travolta 🤘
