another gift from your friends, nelson from nelson and the crank it to 6 crew. this time, hailing from my favourite swarm of prairie dirt, edmonton alberta: slates. i must admit that seeing some distantly familiar faces and denim-like-they-mean-it tugged at my heart strings a little. but nothing makes you feel better than some punk without junk. [if you don’t know what i mean by that phrase, pick up their latest release, Taiga. cuz we all know mr albini knows his shit.] go see ’em tonight at the windsor in winterpeg, or at amigo’s tomorrow.
warming the stage was drunk on purpose. cuz we’ve all done that at least once. [note jeff’s sweet shiner. the babysitter gave that to him.]