the great corroded coffin reunion of ‘87

"I think we're almost out of time this evening, so thanks to everyone who called in," Harrington said once My Bologna finished. "It kind of sucks we don't have anywhere left in town for anyone to play at, but this can't last forever. You'll all be back to your trips to the city to see your favorite bands before you know it, and, hey, maybe we'll even get Corroded Coffin back headlining at the Hideout.""Hoooooly shit," Gareth said, throwing himself towards the front of the car again and stretching his arm out to turn the radio volume up. "Did Steve fucking Harrington just shout out our band?" Gareth had never believed Henderson when he’d tried to tell them that Harrington wasn’t a bad guy, but maybe listening to him covering for Buckley on The Squawk would be the thing to finally convince him — and let Corroded Coffin in one of Hawkins’ biggest secrets.