Sometimes music just up and punches you in the throat. School is back in session, which means to the uninitiated, that traffic in L.A. is back to being somewhere between the Bataan Death Marches and the Slow Boat to China Palace. shit takes over an hour to travel 24.7 miles. And that's leaving home at 6:45 a-fucking-m. If I leave after that, like even minutes after that, the effect is exponential. I once got out of the house at a less than respectable 7:30 and I didn't make it to work 'til almost 9!
What the Fuck does this have to do with Hungry Ghosts. Well who decides to come on the CDs stuffed to the sphincter rim with new music that I have jammed into my disc changer like Junior Republicans in a strip club in Tampa right now? The gritty, grimy, raw, unbridled, step-on-your-dick-head-heel-first riff of "Powerman", aka my favorite track off of this new Hungry Ghosts' record I acquired through nefarious avenues from one of my favorite sources of new music, RiotAct Media.
The self-titled album is a romp along vintage guitar riffage and infectious drums, a fitting soundtrack to flurry of side streets, detours, and canyon curves. I didn't even care what the lyrics were saying, I was just using the rawness to fuel my near-death, high-speed weaving down Ventura Blvd.
Made up of self-proclaimed "obscure 90's indie rockers" from Portland this down-and-dirty trio are keeping the dream alive! If it wasn't 100+ degrees in the hell hole that is the San Fernando Valley, I might have to go looking for my old lumberjack shirt and rip some holes in my jeans and not change my socks for a week. Ok, that last part might not be untrue. I gotz to do some laundry real bad like.
Maybe I'll bring a some headphones and play Hungry Ghosts while warshing my drawz at the Lavanderia down the street from my crib in Highland Park. It'll be a stark contrast to the telenovellas and feeeewwwtball I usually suffer through. They do got an old school Street Fighter 2 in there though and I can ha-do-ken Bison's punk ass all day to "Epic Sadness".
Today, out of nowhere I became a fan of Hungry Ghosts! They reached out of some cafeteria on the other side and fed me jello… there's always room for jello bro! Their spell causing a demented calm to come over me as the buildings sped by. And sometimes that's all you can expect from new music.