I have no clue about Stampd, even though we've written about them once before, other than they obviously forgot the "e". Then again, Axl Rose forgot the "e" too and he is the man, so who am I to judge? Do you guys remember "Mr. Brownstone"? I feel like you could do some sweet heroin in these paisley sleeved tees and quilted bomber. But classy heroin that you shoot up in, like, those amazing sun-drenched Los Angeles lofts that have no furniture and really nice reclaimed wood floors. There’s also probably some sexy strung out chick in a leather jacket and nothing else frying eggs for no reason. That’s pretty much how I envision things panning out.