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Never much of a fan of Grunge or even that era of Seattle sound, but probably one of the most underrated bands to come out. Unfortunately Andy (vocalist) died of a heroin overdose, just before the album dropped.

 
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That ST album is aces! \m/

Saw them at the Rialto in Raleigh for that tour. It (is or was) a converted old-timey movie theater. With the old seating intact. The stage was tiny and less than a foot high. Mike Muir kept accidentally whapping the bouncers with his elbows because the stage was so small.

That show was fucking nuts.
 
@Old Man Metal, @ghosttruck Not sure if either of you are familiar with this band:

Can't get down with clean vocals anymore, unless maybe it's something new from a band I used to like. Even a few lines sung clean, and I'm like nope nope nope. It's a mental disease, as the song says.

Since we're talking about chick-fronted bands... goddamn these are some sweet gutterals:

 


Because I've turned my back, heard that train comin and stayed right on that track. And because this one time, I lost my shirt and pawned my rings.

I've done all the dumb things.

And because STRAY-YA!. We're good at everything.

Including country-rock.
 
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So since the podcast has been clicking a bit, I've had a few bands (even a label) send me stuff to check out. This one is really good: the debut EP from a black/speed/thrash band in Indiana called GraveRipper. Skeletonwitch meets Midnight meets 80's thrash: their comparison, not mine, but it's a fair one.

 
Inspired by a newspaper obituary of a man the state had named "John Doe #24", who was deaf/mute and blind, found wandering in Illinois during the '40's and eventually put in state homes.
His identity remains unknown decades later even in death.
Forget that Kenny G pussy uh, dude - nothing he's ever played can begin to compare with Branford Marsalis' power to emote on the soprano sax.
This is songwriting at it's finest: When it's taken from real life and presented in the POV acknowledging that even those souls who remain anonymous through their lives to those who see and care for them, can manage impact us in so many beautiful ways.

 
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