Good morning, The Replacements, Hootenanny. An old mess of an album, for an old mess of a week. Stay positive, so-called friends!
Good morning, Unwound, Fake Train. Needed to go back 25+ years today to find a better place. Were, Are and Was, or Is.
Good morning, The Monorchid, Who Put Out The Fire? Who did, indeed? The abrasive edges of their fiercer tracks laid side-against more straight-forward fare makes for a 50/50 split some can’t reconcile. A was for Anarchy — we all need a reminder now and then.
Good morning, John Coltrane, The Olatunji Concert. His last recorded concert, hot bellowing horn, bells, traffic, overloaded drums and crowd. There was no turning back the turbulence, then or now.
Spoiler alert: opening bands now sound like the unknowns on Twin/Tone comps apeing a lesser Hüsker Dü/80s pop sound.