This comp has no theme, it’s not a tribute/benefit. It’s just flat-out unadorned rock ‘n’ roll music, loud ‘n’ coarse ‘n’ white trash, like it’s supposed to be.
The disco strings, funk riffs, and a good deal of the “Number one blues singer in the country” cheerleader-speak that colored 1994’s Orange are absent.
Steel Miners – All Hopped Up: Six scuzzy nuggets that fly by in two minute garage bursts. It’s coarse, crude, mean, and hands down the best record of 1996.
The much-hyped and highly overrated North By Northwest Music and Media Conference blew into Portland this weekend. It wore out its welcome like a distant relative.
My musing in this space will mostly be concerned with bands, and the various sub-cultural concerns and other peripheral crap that affects music and vice versa.
Stag documents the moment Melvins decided their Atlantic deal was not worth the trouble. It’s funny, annoying, and, once in a while, downright brilliant.