
Another reason is that, in this town, unless it's some house I organized or it's over at Brendan's place is that the music is probably gonna be pretty lame. Now, if I lived on the other side of the state, Kalamazoo to be exact, I might be a little more inclined to check my messages and venture out.
I'd could see the Menthols a few times in a couple of months and not be sick of them. Hell, I'd even venture out on this subzero night even if they were playing on the other side of town. Primarily a midwest KBD trip of outcast dorks acting like they're fucking cooler than the "Rolling Stones, Iggy and the Sex Pistols put together" (to simplify it into the mindsets of a lot of Michigan punkers circa late 70's to mid 80's) and somehow, for at least a moment, actually are. "The Miracle Slip" comes off like a Johnny Thunders/Tyvek collaboration with the singer's voice cracking a couple of times, better "Wooo-oooo" back up vocals than either of the above and much fatter basslines. At 4 minutes and 42 seconds "Rats and Insects" is twice as long as it's a-side but still mashing the artsy with the sleeziness. Halo of Flies and Mudhoney hammering away at a Hawkwind song maybe?
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we lay down dirt and mudpuddles.
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