It’s Friday, always nice to relax with something new. One of my discoveries of the year was Mico de Noche, nicer still that I found them via one of my usual Nirvana perambulations, I was looking for Dave Foster and stumbled upon a band worth aural space. Oh, a thank you at this point to Michael Crum from the band for having been polite when I got in touch.
Take a look first at the band’s own website and click up that new track — is it me or is it heavy, sexy, cool? I’ll admit my ears have been firmly detuned over the past twenty years but this has a weight and a grit I appreciate, like Motorhead, Kill ‘Em All era Metallica or Mudhoney 1988:
And, as a Nirvana fan treat, comrades, here’s footage of the band performing with Mr. Dave Foster, my present creative muse and their present drummer, laying waste to the drums on stage a year and a half back:
I’m enjoying listening to something new and simultaneously being able to finally dispel that well-known (too well known) black and white photo of Kurt, Krist and Dave (mk.1) in 1988.
