Song of the day – 310: Idiot Culture
Time for some ROCK.
I have no idea who Idiot Culture are. I am sure I can look them up, and I’m sure I will, but right now I’m wallowing in the deep Gothic undertow of their brutal, traumatised grind. (Yeah, remind me. I’ll go back and sort those mixed metaphors out later.) The vocals sneer, all diffident and knowing and uncaring or rather caring but not caring to show it, like Richard Butler or Jim Thirwell or Tad Doyle or someone. The music is all jagged metal ends, relentless and pulsating, shards of Krautrock cutting through the gloom. Guitar solos are sheer torture, deliberately: the very nicest kind of grating. Man, it reminds me of my glory days Back When I Drank, Back When I Reinvented Myself As Some Sort Of Music Press God, Back When Grunge Creatures Stalked The Earth. Nice.
And to think, I only keep encountering it because I let my iTunes library run over, past Cults, past Tracy And The Plastics, onto this …
Turns out I wasn’t so far off, at all. Mixed by my old friend Jack Endino – one of the Most Awesome Grunge Monsters Ever To Stalk The Earth – and Idiot Culture hail from Seattle. Yeah, damn. This is so molten and heavy, and full-on fucking ROCK, it makes the term ‘grunge’ seem patsy-waist in comparison.