People also ask, why are dreams so weird when sick. The first one is runaway like hardcore speed oven stuffer, the transporting nostalgia of when Reatard’s live band just took the fuq off. Fuq off. In Mike Mountain style and surely this is a defined style – Webster Worthy – the second one, and my favorite “Acid At The Funeral”, is cooling off. Taking a skinny dip into Acushnet river in the early to mid 90s off a noise rock on Popes Island. Mumblejumble screaming behind the band’s turn right screwdriver rhythms and meet in the middle spasms. I could spend a half a day on those rocks with a smartphone and headphones trying to transcribe the lyrics and associated meanings. This was a well rehearsed crew that was in spiritual unison with Mark E and any number of knowing wiseperson frontpersons. Three “Trash Bed” and Four “Creepo Fiendo” settle back to the urgency of Number One before an aberrant misremembered & altogether rewarding go at Rebel Jew. Gateway bridge back to motifs of moments prior: the transformation of bean bag toss to Cornhole in thirty rich years of exploration and higher level mountaineering, thinking, and winking to Netflix climber, Dirtbag. Someone says that was awesome and it was and it’s over. Move right along or revisit as some wise folks do.
All Music by Meyer Brown*
All Lyrics by Michael Montagano*
Recorded 2015 by Clinton Lisboa at the Wamsutta Mills, New Bedford, MA.
*Track 5 originally by David Berman & Silver Jews.
Vocals: Michael Montagano
Guitar: Meyer Brown
Bass: Tyrell Pina
Drums: Christopher DeSouza