I'm sure every city has johnny appleseed bands, bands that happen and inspire a bunch of other people to form bands in their wake. In 1995 #tugboatannie was that band in Buffalo. Their demo tape had been making the rounds for a couple years as well as their first wave of South loft hosted shows. They were a flagship on the fledgling buffalo label Cash Cow records (I bought every 7" they put out). Tugboat Annie played anthemic indie rock, big choruses and the vocalist's Richard Butler like raspy voice were a welcome recipe amongst a grunge weary fan base. I had been playing in a punk band for a couple years and we were kind of stagnating so we were amicably breaking up. I was in limbo, I had a taste of rock band and didn't want to give it up. A mutual love of this album led to the next couple of bands I played in. For those experiences alone this compact disc would hold a place in my heart but the fact is it's a damn fine forlorn album too.
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