When Wes Eisold bellows "I know people without substance," it's well worth asking whether he's referring to actual character, or, perhaps, the Joy Division and New Order compilations of the same name. People without Substance—pre-Ian Curtis or post-Ian Curtis, take your pick—are far more likely to appreciate Cold Cave's not-so-new sounds.
Let this "My Mind's Playing Tricks On Me"-redux stream-of-consciousness wig-out serve as a reminder to cannabis connoisseurs everywhere: There's no FDA regulation for that sticky-icky-icky, so try not to make a habit of taking five dozen bong hits in an hour if you're sketchy on its origins.
In this scotched scene, Crockett and Tubs just loiter on a pier. But they loiter cool.
Sickly lyrical imagery, tantalizing falsettos, flawless power-pop chops: Shouldn't these guys be busy filming a bevy of gimmick-heavy conceptual videos? Oh, okay, no.
THE BLUES ARE NUMBER ONE IN SOME SNAKE CHARMER'S FETID, ANCIENT WICKER BASKET! THE BLUES ARE NUMBER ONE IN TASER-EQUIPPED TORTURE DUNGEONS! THE BLUES ARE NUMBER ONE IN ANN ARBOR CRACK-HOUSE ATTICS!
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