“From poet-turned-chanteuse Exene to junk-guitar journeyman Billy Zoom, these aren’t mohawked NME-reading truants who think Darby Crash is God or the Antichrist. They’re sexy thrift-shopping bohos who think Charles Bukowski is Norman Mailer or Henry Miller. This may not be exactly the aura they crave, but combined with some great tunes it enables them to make a smart argument for a desperately stupid scene. Of course, when they’re looking for a cover (or a producer), they go to the Doors, prompting L.A. critic Jay Mitchell to observe: “Their death and gloom aura is closer to the Eagles, which is to say it is all Hollywood.” But only in L.A. is that an insult, elsewhere the distinction between a city and its industrial hub is more like a clever apercu.” - Robert Christgau
I'm Matt, I live in the miniscule town of Easthampton and these are my visual (and verbal) thoughts on low-brow, middle-brow, and high-brow culture. The content on this blog will range from excellent to awesome and nowhere out of that range. What are you waiting for?