All the guys at the tattoo shop like listening to second tier grunge music. I despised that stuff when it came out and therefore have no nostalgic connection to it. As far as I'm concerned it all still sucks. In 1994 at the peak of second tier grunge I was spending all my time with releases on Dischord records out of D.C. and Touch and Go records out of Chicago. My attotude was: fuck Seattle and all the vowel crooning douchery. I couldn't understand (and still don't ) how someone could prefer Bush over #girlsagainstboys . GVB were darker, sexier and used two bass guitars. McCloud's raspy drawl invites you in with "is everybody tucked in?" Then the band throbs for the better part of an hour. The rhythmic delivery always gave me reason to think this band was the ego to their label mates The Jesus Lizard's id. The friend who always got the girls while the other raved lunacy at the bar. The two bands were really a big part of my listening habits back then and are great counterpoints. So I've snuck this CD on at the tattoo shop thinking one of them would ask "who is this? I like it." Then I'd get to be a music snob in shining armor and turn the young 'uns on to some sweet mid '90s music that wasn't grunge shit. Noone said a damn thing. It really blows my mind. If I wasn't so stubborn it might shake my confidence in my taste in music. But I'm pretty stubborn. You can lead a horse to water and all that.
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