Zach's torso, wrapped in a shirt of a zombie blowing face. Design by Alex Hair of Death/Traitors.
New York music of the rock ‘n’ roll variety goes in cycles. There’s always the good and there’s always the truly awful, but there are definitely times when the shit gets real exciting. The inverse would be the period in between the early 90s noise-rock Unsane/Cop Shoot Cop and the holy hot-shit golden hullabaloo of The Strokes/YYY’s/Interpol era. In between, with the exception of the Goths, who are unchanging and eternal, there were a lot of motherfuckers in cowboy hats and it was brutal. Don’t let anyone tell you New York isn’t fun anymore; there’s been plenty of times when it sucked worse than now.
Right now, we’re lucky to be in one of those truly exciting periods where I can barely stand to get out of bed, I’m so aflutter with warm feelings towards socially awkward jerks in Discharge t-shirts. There are bands forming, lasting a minute, breaking up and forming even better bands everywhere I look. Best of all, they’re all so young that I don’t have to be friends with any of them. No fuss, no drama—I just stand in the back like a creep and watch the building fall down.
Read the rest over at NOISEY.