Helplessness Blues is 50 minutes of laments for one’s self in the face of shifting uncertainty, framed in endless soothing harmonies, an opiate of sighs.
What is it they say about punk bands in glass houses?
My main man. Tad Doyle.
Oh man. I never realised. I’m not sure how I never realised. Maybe I did realise, but I plumb forgot. After all, when I first travelled out to Olympia in ’89 I’m fairly sure that I purchased every cassette Calvin Johnson had then released on his K label (privilege of being a staff writer, and […]