The Last Show
Overheard at the last concert before the pandemic (January 25, 2020) . . .
The most important band that people don’t know.
I first heard this song while taking a shower in a Czech hotel.
I love how the riff is just a couple of distorted noisy notes through a delay pedal.
I love it when he sings in different languages.
Drugs, man. That’s the only explanation for this.
The time signature and textures shifted various times in the first minute, not what I was expecting.
Imagine if radio played good music like this.
This song has no melody, is disturbing, and makes a person feel messed up in the head.
It swallowed my soul—consumed—I will never, ever be the same.
Imagine being a hateful teen and discovering a band that is an audible version of what you can’t get out.
Their new stuff is good, too.
What I’m Reading:
“In my honor they will one day name and electrify a chair.”
— Ben Lerner / Angle of Yaw
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