It’s been a busy week, and I’ve gotta cap it off with some outpatient surgery tomorrow, so I guess that explains how a new Clutch record managed to sneak up on me. Luckily, I was alerted to it via this article devoted to one of the best things about the band: Neil Fallon’s lyrics. Even if you don’t like their bruising, bluesy rock (or their more hardcore early sound), I still recommend reading the lyrics just as surreal poetry. In fact, come to think of it, I’m pretty sure they’ve inspired more post titles here than any other single source.
I believe I also share a birthday and a magnificent beardedness with Fallon, so there’s that.