Ed. Note: Sometimes, there’s just so much rock and roll that you don’t even know what to do with yourself. Start a fuck or a fight? Get blitzed and cry in a corner? Build an empire from the bones of your soft, unsuspecting enemies? All options are present and vital when a bill like this rolls through your wilted husk of a misspent town. What did Ben do after the smooth balls cracker blast of Junk, the timely/timeless chunk of Mrs. Magician and the inimitably overwhelming Tiki Torch to Dude Brah wave split oscillations of Swami John Reis (all praise him) and the Blind Shake? Fuck if I know. El Jefe’s gone full-blown incognito, recently, though rumor has it he and Tim Kasher got into some serious postmodern prefictures which we’ll believe when it’s all stoned, bro and I’m rich as a stinkfist. Before that, we have this. A cadre of evidence as testament to the guitar as almighty instrument (also sax and drums) and the men who were born to swing it. Now please dig, if you will, his pictures. Rockit.
Swami John Reis & the Blind Shake / Mrs. Magician / Junk (presented in no particular order)