heavy & swollen adolescent memories droop with this one but you shouldn't be ashamed to dig quality indie rock, if that even exists as a distinctly antagonistic genre anymore - not french kicks on the borders PA system. these guys had one of the tightest riddim section pereniums in the business and make me miss the days of clean, bludgeoning pop compositions with painfully bold honest lyrics and unabashed art faggotry. this band served as a sturdy strait between my shifting interest/boredom of stock hardcore acts, finally ending praise of Fugazi and expanding interest into prog & psych. someday, a day to arrive soon, we're going to see a severe backlash against the current trend of poorly arranged effects soaked half cocks & moaning inarticulate vocals hidden behind oceans of reverb [guilty, thoroughly -ed]. when that day comes the nude embarrasment of mid 90's white boy earnesty will rise again. The video below from 2002 is unbearably cute despite already showing it's age but how can you not love a concept as simple as "hey sup? what's your favorite record?"
-d'Bzzrbtr
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Killer video.
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