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.
Category Archives: music
Replacements Fan
What if that one Replacements fan was every Replacements fan ever
And he lived on a farm with a wild turkey and some parents too
He grew a beard to avoid using adverbs
And one time his weirdo teacher said he liked them too
So he made him a mixtape with Tim and Pleased to Meet Me as well
Fine American Boys – The Jesus Lizard at The Fonda

On the drive down to Hollywood to see one of my favorite bands the other night, a general feeling of menace hung over me. It told me, yur in trouble fella, stay vigilant. Due in part to the impending noise of the show – more likely enforced by the run of my life seven days prior.
Ted Hawkins – Strange Signature to Sadness

Ticking seconds invented by men determined to provide context for their private little wars – occasionally reveal oddly specific details regarding sudden life changes – that desperately needed reprieve before things get out of hand. tick, tick, tick, Ted, Ted, Ted.
The Pulse of His Parents Alienation – Ty Segall and the Muggers

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?