In 1991 a group of my friends and I were going to see fugazi at buff state. We saw on the flyer that some band named #quicksand was opening we all thought the same thing: dumb name. We went in with pretty low expectations for the opener. The show was in this big cafeteria looking room near the schools courtyard "the quad" (a favorite skate spot of ours at the time). I don't have a clear memory of what songs quicksand played that night, but from the opening few seconds of their set we were drawn to them like moths to a flame. My whole group of friends were just drawn towards the melee in front of the stage. We got separated in the ensuing crash of bodies. We didn't know the songs but they made us move, it really felt tribal in some way. When they had finished playing we began to recollect our throng each one of us with a sweaty estatic grin and all of us blabbering about how great the band was.
The very next day we were at Home of the Hits buying whatever we could find by the band. I picked up this ep, their sole release. I was immediately taken back to their set still fresh in my mind. Quicksand never failed to woo me live, I saw them quite a few times over the next few years, in fact I don't think I missed a single show they played in buffalo. I still prefer the production on this ep over their debut full length "slip" and this release contains my favorite song of theirs "clean slate". I remember when I was docking around with his bass guitar my friend John taught me to play "hypno jam". One of my proudest achievements at the time.
It warms my old heart to know that there are still young dudes like @zachzahn that rock out quicksand records. Even if they do like the Murder City Devils. Fuck the Murder Shitty Devils.
A dad spends his morning feeding a baby and reminiscing about his massive cd collection.
Tuesday, July 5, 2016
Quicksand "s/t"
Labels:
cd collection,
music,
music culture,
post punk,
quicksand
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