Dead Moon - In The Graveyard: now THIS is garage. Just good grunge-laced garage rock and roll, very raw and imperfect, sentimental and balls nailed to the floor all at once. This is the stuff dangerous summer nights and memorable makeout sessions were made of in the late eighties, early nineties years of the northwest.
I was turned onto these fellas by Andrew Loomis on the night of the Green River reunion show. He's the ex-drummer whom was kicked out two years beforehand. hahah ah well. So I kept my eyes open and low and behold, their album came into work today. I like!
Morphine: Bootleg Detroit at St. Andrew's Hall March 7, 1994: Morphine was simply badass. No other word to describe it. Sandman's uber onstage cool was art in itself, like that of whacky alternative country grand dad Howe Gelb, he lived in another dimension entirely; his words whether in song, onstage banters, or simply speaking to the audience oozed dramatic poetics. This with their completely unconventional rock band outfit substituting guitar for a full time bass and saxophone just made for a fresh experience few would dare to tread. This particular show is no exception to their remarkable existence.
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