Regrets
Been listening to the McLusky 3 disc compendium all morning long, and its thoroughly fantastic. Disc 3 is the live disc portion, and its making me regret never having gone to see them live. I probably started listening to them when their last album came out, and was surprised when they said they were breaking up.
Lets see if I can come up with a horribly stupid analogy to describe their sound.
Say there are two types of nerds at your highschool. One type of nerd wants so desperately to be liked by the cool kids, but really can't get away from the joys of Super Mario Kart tournaments and how the Infinite Crisis event is going to affect the Justice League as they know it. He goes to the parties, drink a beer or two, but he usually stays huddled in the corner with his quiz bowl teammates. His mother makes excellent brownies. When he goes to college, his look will become retro chic and he'll develop at least the illusion of a backbone. Will probably score with the flighty girl who watched too much MTV in highschool and is convinced she "isn't like those girls."
Now the other nerd has a lock on his bedroom door. He's into loud music that his neighbor lets him borrow, stuff like Big Black and Fear. He bought a pretty decent amp off of the mexicans that run the taco bus near the 7-11. Music is constantly blaring out of his house, mostly to drown out his fat mother and her constant complaining. She hates that neighbor. He and his friends are starting a band next week, even though they've yet to decide which instruments they're going to play. His best friend has some... issues. With voices. And blood. He's not even going to college.
The first nerd is Weezer. The second is McLusky. Born from the same emotional pit but while Rivers tries his best to be the most sheepish dude on the planet, McLusky is satisfied just being smarter than you. And rocking harder than you. And doing more drugs than you. And they might be the most unruly shits from that side of the Atlantic, but they're gonna have you singing "All of your friends are cunts/your mother is a ball point pen freak" by the end of the day.
Lets see if I can come up with a horribly stupid analogy to describe their sound.
Say there are two types of nerds at your highschool. One type of nerd wants so desperately to be liked by the cool kids, but really can't get away from the joys of Super Mario Kart tournaments and how the Infinite Crisis event is going to affect the Justice League as they know it. He goes to the parties, drink a beer or two, but he usually stays huddled in the corner with his quiz bowl teammates. His mother makes excellent brownies. When he goes to college, his look will become retro chic and he'll develop at least the illusion of a backbone. Will probably score with the flighty girl who watched too much MTV in highschool and is convinced she "isn't like those girls."
Now the other nerd has a lock on his bedroom door. He's into loud music that his neighbor lets him borrow, stuff like Big Black and Fear. He bought a pretty decent amp off of the mexicans that run the taco bus near the 7-11. Music is constantly blaring out of his house, mostly to drown out his fat mother and her constant complaining. She hates that neighbor. He and his friends are starting a band next week, even though they've yet to decide which instruments they're going to play. His best friend has some... issues. With voices. And blood. He's not even going to college.
The first nerd is Weezer. The second is McLusky. Born from the same emotional pit but while Rivers tries his best to be the most sheepish dude on the planet, McLusky is satisfied just being smarter than you. And rocking harder than you. And doing more drugs than you. And they might be the most unruly shits from that side of the Atlantic, but they're gonna have you singing "All of your friends are cunts/your mother is a ball point pen freak" by the end of the day.
posted by hojo at 1:49 PM
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