SOMETHING WICKED

 

Back in the '90s, there was a San Diego band called THE NEIGHBORS; they played San Francisco gigs with some frequency, and we played with them more than a few times. The shit was just....punk. Like, hardcore punk for lack of a better descriptor, but really the shit was just fukkn punk. The were outsiders. Sometimes it felt like the only thing we had in common was four-chord punk, other times it felt like we were bonded for life. Their live shows were breathtakingly honest and desperate....and even though SOMETHING WICKED are from the opposite end of California - I hear THE NEIGHBORS when I listen to Deceased. The beauty? This shit sounds nothing at all like that shit - so these words are essentially worthless. But this shit feels like that shit....so these words are priceless. You're welcome. 

DECEASED