Blank Dogs played with Eat Skull and Psychedelic Horseshit last night. I went to the show mostly just to see Eat Skull. I bought a Desperate Bicycles 7" from their bass player like 10 years ago and figured I owed him. Plus I like their record "Shredders on Fry." It made me glad Scott ditched the Desperate Bicycles for this much more damaged version of pop. But Blank Dogs actually scrubbed my mind clean of any thought I had during Eat Skull’s set, although scrubbed is the wrong word. What they did is closer to the experience early sailors described as they crossed the ocean; after a few weeks without land, the sky and sea begin to switch out mental images of home and family and earth with a succession of shades of blue and green and gray. In the case of Blank Dogs, mostly gray.
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