After the demise of the Minutemen, Mike Watt did a lot of things. One of the better projects came when he teamed up with his wife, Kira, and started Dos.
Not without its finer points, but overall, the dope has too many seeds and not enough resin, and the lies aren’t big enough to lengthen Pinocchio’s proboscis.
Enigmatic, even for the Bay Area, Buckethead has shown himself to be a leader in innovation, be it his ever-identifiable atonal shred, or simple fashion tips.
Automatic Head Detonator recorded a guerrilla show outside a Sonic Youth gig on a flatbed. You can hear Thurston’s guitar in the background between songs.
The goose-pimple sing-alongs of albums past are still there, but now they’re supporting such sentiments as “big birds flying overhead/ who gives a shit?”