THE CODEFENDANTS ANNOUNCE SHOWS IN TORONTO, LONDON, AND HAMILTON

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Formed by Fat Mike of NOFX, Sam King of Get Dead, and rapper Julio “Ceschi” Ramos, the Codefendants hit Southern, Ontario this November.

The genre bending Codefendants have announced three dates in Southern, Ontario this November 18th in Toronto, November 20th in London (sold out) and November 21st in Hamilton.

THE CODEFENDANTS TO PLAY TORONTO NOVEMBER 18TH

November 18th, The Codefedants take over Toronto's legendary Bovine Sex Club. Joining them for all three dates will be Chuck Coles, of Organ Thieves, Rules and The Creepshow. Rounding out the Toronto bill will Kevin Murphy's Murder. Get tickets HERE or by pressing the poster below.

THE CODEFENDANTS TO PLAY LONDON NOVEMBER 20TH

November 20th in London will take place at Supply & Demand / Beerlab, but unfortunately for those in the 519, this show has already sold out. The London show features July Talk’s Danny Miles (also performing in Hamilton) who has recently started releasing indie / hip hop singles from his upcoming yet-to-be-titled full length release slated for early 2026. Punk hardcore veterans, The Video Dead, who are also working on new music, will perform along with Coles and DJ Thesis Sahib.

THIS SHOW IS SOLD OUT

THE CODEFENDANTS TO PLAY HAMILTON NOVEMBER 21ST

November 21st in Hamilton will take place at legendary Hamilton venue The Underground. Danny Miles, Chuck Coles and Thesis Sahib will also be on this bill. Stomp Records' Ska-Core innovators theThe Filthy Radicals will also be performing along with Hamilton indie hip-hop stalwarts Anthony “The Demon” Hayley and Nathan Powers, performing together for the first time under the moniker, The Whatever Men. Get tickets HERE or by pressing the poster below.

ABOUT THE CODEFENDANTS

They didn’t crawl out of the sewers—they exploded from them. One broken bass string away from a felony. One blown speaker short of enlightenment. The Codefendants—three dangerous bastards with criminal records and musical ambitions—landed like a Molotov cocktail through the window of an industry built on lip-syncers and safe bets.

It all began in the hazy heat of Sherman Oaks. Fat Mike—yes, that Fat Mike, the court jester of punk rock with the bank account of a failed hedge fund manager and the wardrobe of a leather-clad televangelist—had just signed on to produce his latest Frankensteined creation. The press release was pure bait-and-switch: flamenco Beatles on ketamine, rapping over techno beats. But the reality? This wasn't a theater. It was lived criminality.

Meet your suspects: Sam King, a punk-rock lifer with ink-stained fists and scars from a thousand wrong turns, and Julio “Ceschi” Ramos, a poet, ex-con, and underground hip-hop ghost who once sold weed to pay rent in a world that charged interest on dreams. Both born of Bay Area chaos, they met in the hallowed, graffitied walls of 924 Gilman St.—a punk rock church with no pews and plenty of sinners.

Both had extensive rap sheets—felonies, court dates, and enough bad decisions to fill a Netflix docuseries. Fat Mike, by comparison, once spent 24 hours in Disneyland jail for causing a scene—hardly hardened, but criminal enough for punk rock credentials. It was a match made in legal hell, but the chemistry was undeniable.

The name? Codefendants. Plucked straight from a botched police report read poolside, somewhere between a rant about systemic failure and a sip of lukewarm Twisted Tea. Mike paid Sam’s legal fees—an unholy record deal if there ever was one—and the trio started plotting their escape from the genre gulag.

The studio was Baz the Frenchman’s place in Echo Park, but the crime scenes were scattered across the West: busted motels, sweat-stained vans, living rooms soaked in LSD and lost time. Together, they forged a sound the feds couldn’t profile. They called it Crime Wave—not a genre but a confession.

The first shot fired was “Fast Ones,” a bullet of a song featuring The D.O.C., Death Row royalty back from the crypt, lending his voice to the chaos for the first time in two decades. It wasn’t nostalgia—it was necromancy. Soon came the album: This Is Crime Wave. A eulogy for the overdose dead, a sermon for the disillusioned, a howl from the last booth at the diner before the end of the world.

They made short films with INDECLINE, an outlaw art collective whose business cards are probably written in blood. Fat Mike, no longer just the producer but now an accomplice, joined the band full-time. Three co-conspirators. Three believers. Three Codefendants.

By spring of 2023, the guilty were on tour—NOFX's last ride. With ZETA or Get Dead behind them and thousands in front of them, Sam and Ceschi spat gospel through busted mics and broken smiles. Every night was a jailbreak. Every setlist a deposition. Kids were crying, punks were confused, and some middle-aged men in khakis actually felt something for the first time in years.

The verdict? Punk album of the year, via punkrockvinyl—millions of votes from the faithful. Even Rolling Stone paid attention, and those bastards don’t wake up for less than a scandal or a corpse.

At the final stop on the NOFX tour, Ceschi and Sam signed autographs for five straight hours, grinning like escaped convicts at a family reunion. Codefendants didn’t just survive—they lit the goddamn courthouse on fire.