This is a solid slab of straight-up mid-1990s industrial-tinged metal/hip-hop, and a band I had not thought about since probably 1998?

I first saw these guys live at the Grog Shop in Cleveland Heights, back when it was still in its original location on Coventry and it was a pretty killer show. I saw them a year or two later at The Odeon in the Flats; they were opening for Lords Of Acid and KMFDM, and had lost some of their charm.

Spent an hour or so this morning standing out with friends and acquaintances with signs on one of the bridges over the interstate here in town.

We got a lot of waves and horn-honking in support. We also got a few people giving us the finger. One guy driving by on the bridge yelled Trump 2028 at us, while another called us assholes for “distracting drivers going 75 mph on the highway.” My favorite part about the latter was that he was hanging half out the window of his SUV while driving through a construction zone.

So for like twenty years now, I have been having to listen to all these warmongering pundits, politicians, and Keyboard Kommandos basically masturbate as they describe this bunker-buster “mother of all bombs” thing. Only the United States has it, only US bombers can carry it (because—you know—it’s just SO BIIIGGG), it’s the only thing that can take out these underground installations, blah blah blah.

And if I understand correctly, we have now demonstrated to the whole world that for all that, it wasn’t enough to do the job and has set back whatever the Iranians were doing by maybe a few months. Furthermore we have done so not based on any imminent threat, but rather because this bunch of grifters and crooks wanted to be able to claim a piece of the action in an illegal war started by another country.

Hello, pundits, analysts, and commentators!

If your think piece this morning is anything more than “We’ve been down this road a bunch of times, it never works out well, and this is stupid and wrong,” you’re a fucking idiot and you need to find a different line of work.

Thus Love, tearing it up at the Deans Beans stage on day two of the Green River Festival:

I have done a shit job this year to even knowing what bands are playing at the festival. Usually, I would have made a playlist with the last album, EP, singles from every band a few weeks ago and been listening to it to figure out who I really wanted to see. Not this year, though. It’s not the bands or the festival that is to blame; it’s just that the world and everything in it is exhausting right now.