Like most zine writers, I have a day job. My boss... I could write a book about my boss. And maybe, one day after he's died and I am no longer his employee, I will. But, anyway, back to my boss. My boss was once in a folk band. I won't name it. But, if I did name it, you would seriously love to see the cover art of their one album I've been able to get my grimy paws on. Anyway, my boss' band put the "F" in FOLK. Soaring female vocals that silk and smooth and try to drag you to an art show over general inoffensive folk standards. And no, I'm not going to get in trouble for writing this, because even he doesn't entirely respect that album.
But I never thought I would find myself listening to inoffensive, boring folk music again. Especially after I saw the cover of the Shimmers' The Way You Shine album. Everything about this record seem marketed toward the indie crowd. Abstract album cover and trendy indie scene "names" (Mirah, Baby Flamehead) make it seem much more interesting than it actually turns out to be. And I'm not asking for freak folk or blood or Tyrannosaurus Rex; what I'm asking for is not to be dragged to some fucking art show where a bunch of bitches are wearing shirts emblazoned with kittens preciously pawing at balls of pink yarn. Seriously, "You Want More" makes me want to find where the Shimmers are playing next and pelt them with beer cans until they're driven to send their cows out into the audience to fight me. And listen, by following up "You Want More" with "Small Grey House" means I am NOT going to leave the brass knuckles at home. Better bring a vet to your next show, Shimmers.
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