LP on Feeding Tube Records, 2010
Now that all the fogies have squirmed their way into the dirt, no longer body warm nor fire-brained, we can finally have some fun of our own. This LP, shmooshed together from years of home-recordings and rehearsals...
details, details--you know what? Who cares.
Need to know: This is everything great about the timeless combo of youth and volume; when rules are disregarded, not in an attempt to divorce from academic rigor, but because no one can remember them. Or maybe no one knew them to begin with. Isn't that basically what's also great about the entire story of contemporary music?
That being said, you think you know what this sounds like and you are so very wrong. It's much better, much more passionate and much less clever-clever collegiate misfit bong hit bonanza. If the word ever meant anything to begin with, then these kids "shred."
Don Van Vliet is dead. Long live Danny Cruz.
If you don't like this, leave me alone and enjoy what's left of your civilized world.
Now that all the fogies have squirmed their way into the dirt, no longer body warm nor fire-brained, we can finally have some fun of our own. This LP, shmooshed together from years of home-recordings and rehearsals...
details, details--you know what? Who cares.
Need to know: This is everything great about the timeless combo of youth and volume; when rules are disregarded, not in an attempt to divorce from academic rigor, but because no one can remember them. Or maybe no one knew them to begin with. Isn't that basically what's also great about the entire story of contemporary music?
That being said, you think you know what this sounds like and you are so very wrong. It's much better, much more passionate and much less clever-clever collegiate misfit bong hit bonanza. If the word ever meant anything to begin with, then these kids "shred."
Don Van Vliet is dead. Long live Danny Cruz.
If you don't like this, leave me alone and enjoy what's left of your civilized world.
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