12 for 2020

Hooch, by Melvins

2020 began with a deep dive of these perennial dino-slackers in anticipation of their February show at Sweet Springs Saloon, the one where I caught Covid-19, Variant-1. Hard drinking middle class backyard doom metal. No dive needed, unless you count the liquid vat of suspended moisture hanging above the 200 or so rejects crammed into about 800 square feet of bar space. They never got much better than their debut, but when you rock this hard on the low end at least once, why bother going any higher.

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The Pulse of His Parents Alienation – Ty Segall and the Muggers

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Victims of emotional muggings have described the experience as though without warning a predatory force rips their current state of being out of their mind only to have it forged for indecent use and disposal. So the question arises. Why would Ty Segall after all these years treat his fans with such hatred? What new plague afflicts this elephant boy head? Has he found a time machine capable of inserting his once stable fetus back inside his poor mother’s now Zika infested womb?

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