Murf, one of the Twin Cities' wildest bands, talks fake blood, Shaq and its final show

Maybe Murf subconsciously knew what was on the horizon when the band released its third album, Already Dead, last year.

Murf, whose shows are ecstatic, blood-spitting, costume-wearing, Robocop-loving hardcore parties, is calling it a day. The band will play its “final show” — we’ll get into those quotation marks — this week.

Look, there are more profound ways we experience loss than a band breaking up (It happens all the time.) Nonetheless, cultural hubs, artists, and supporters, these come together to define a time and place, the constantly-changing fabric of a city’s culture.

So, in a year perhaps marked by more cultural change than most — R.I.P. Palmer’s Bar, Hymie’s, Saint Dinette, Homestead Pickin' Parlor, Comedy Corner Underground, et al. — it seems worthwhile to enjoy a living fu