Drug Church, World Impact. The vocalist gargles with razor blades, the groove is sludgy but fast, the chorus is killer and the lyrics are great. This shouldn’t work but it does. I found this band in an article about Turnstile and the future of hardcore, and it gives me hope. I want more of this to restore my faith in guitar-based rock.
In high school, my friend Jeff introduced me (and the rest of our friends) to a hip jazz piano player named Mose Allison. In a year when hair metal ruled the airwaves, he convinced our school rock band to cover one of Allison’s songs, a smooth number called Seventh Son, a song written two decades before any of us were born, and it killed. I bought several of his albums and they opened my eyes to the world of blues and jazz. Farewell, sir.