Friday, September 12, 2008

There's no easy way to say this...

But you haven't lived until you've seen a 300lb, half-naked, bassist in a fur coat.

No seriously.

In my never ending quest for rock, sometimes the road can take some fucked up turns. Unfortunately, this turn lead me down another dead end, but shit was it a fun ride. I found another band who is long since gone, however I wish I'd have known them when they were around.

San Francisco's The Golden Gods can almost live up to that name (both in the literal, and Almost Famous sense). There are enough riffs to peel your skin off and enough rock to make you roll. The unfortunate part is that, speaking of rolls, their bassist is a very large man who is not afraid to strut his stuff.

To give you an idea of the scope of this band, here is an exert from their drummer's parting letter, on his desires at the age of 11:

"that 11 year old wanted desperately to learn two things:
1) how do you make rock and roll.
2) how do you get a girl to take off her clothes.

right, wrong or indifferent,i never gave a fuck about much else.
and i'm happy to say i've made that 11 year old kid very proud."

Noble struggles, and a band whom I can appreciate. If you want some really entertaining shit too, I reccomend you read his scathing post-mortem reply to a local music magazine, which can be found here.

For now though, sit back and stare in awe at the power of rock. Try not to stare too closely, because around every 10 seconds you get a nice closeup of that big, chubby belly.

-Dance like no one's watching. Drink like no one's counting.