Brent Best, who I firmly believe is a certified crazy motherfucker but who can write a song like nobody’s business, actually went and got his ex-band Slobberbone back together for a week’s worth of out-of-state reunion shows. I saw mentions of those shows elsewhere on the internets over the course of last week and genuinely assumed that people were just fucking with me, but apparently not. Apparently he really did bust up the Drams (aka 85% of Slobberbone, plus two new dudes), like I was hearing rumors about over the spring, to get Slobberbone back together. What a fucking lunatic. I love his dumb Texan ass so hard.
Slippage has been my favorite Slobberbone album since Michael Casey turned me on to them two winters ago, but this morning on the way to work I was just suddenly and absolutely floored by that album — there is some truly astonishing songwriting on it that I’d never noticed before. You know how sometimes an album doesn’t really come to you at the right time, and you listen to it and it’s good and you like it, and then later it blows up in your face and you wonder how you lived without realizing the true magnificence of it? Yeah, that was me listening to “Live On In The Dark” this morning, sitting in traffic on 540, accidentally pouring coffee up my nose.
[Slobberbone — “Live On In The Dark”] 12MB, .mp3. but depending where you’re from too much daylight can seem like an oddity
[Slobberbone — “Get Gone Again”] 10MB, .mp3. i’m so sick of writing songs about screwing up/no matter how much i fall down, it seems it’s never enough
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And, see, this is a good threat: Best, you got the band back together, now make me a new goddamned Slobberbone album or I’ll just keep giving your shit away on the internet.
I’m a little melancholy and a lot weary to the bone this week, but listening to Slobberbone was actually a really good thing. Brent’s always so fantastically pissed-off about being melancholy and bone-weary.
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