(Goner, 2020) God damn this record is good. Having had the privilege to watch Quintron in weird gestational Chicago underground form, I have long been on Team Q, but c'mon...he partnered with a beautiful puppet-obsessed seamstress/fashion superhero, played one of a kind instruments that look like a mash up of Jack Kirby's tech and Fat Albert's junkyard gear, and he sung about space and rats and ghosts and witches and parties (and now goblins!), so obviously this would be my favorite band in the world no matter what. Adding a live drummer who is delivering the real shit in a way that Q & P can groove off of is the secret ingredient here, but rocking with righteous indignation because they are sick of babies and Jesus and teenagers getting away with their shit fuels this even further than a good stick man (Sam Yoger, by the way). Adding some actual guitar propels this to a new level of rocking and rolling, but Quintron and Miss Pussycat were already performing at absolute peak rock and roll, so this record is kind of impossible. This is an impossible record.
Thursday, October 1, 2020
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