You know the kind of demos that make you feel a little dirty? A little off, like a past-date can of jalapeños? This is one of those. Like some teenager ran into you at a basement show and splashed orange Fanta all over your coolest (white) rare band shirt and you're like "FUCK!" and the kid looks at you like you're an annoying old person and then you realize that the fucking kid is right but you're still annoyed because you wore this shirt to this show so that everyone could know that you get it and you're cool even though you're old and that your knowledge goes deep and that you know about a lot of bands that other people have never even heard of because you're old and the young people should recognize your importance in the scene even though you don't really go to shows any more but you USED TO and that should count for something but now you're just an old fucker with sticky orange shit all over his like-new RATSIA shirt getting clobbered by a bunch of kids in a basement having a transcendent moment they will remember for the rest of their fucking lives. That's what SPUTTER sounds like.
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