Most of the "new" music I'm interested in these days is the aural equivalent of throwing gasoline all over an amp/guitar/whatever, flicking a lit cigarette on it and watching it burn. And yeah, that's a good thing. I'm more than happy to take a pass on the whole Thompson Twins-esque stuff that's passing for 'innovative' right now. I instinctively get off on crunchy, fucked up, rock & roll --- the kind of stuff Ike Turner and the gang started 50 years ago with their blown out and brokedown, newspaper-stuffed, amplifier on . . .
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