Sam Yurick like his guitars like his women: loud, scuffed, and turned up to 11 Punk has been up against it’s existential limit ever since the first kid said “punk’s not dead”, maybe even earlier, depends on which destructive appetites you value and to which ends. I’m going to skip the semantics and say the […]
Sam Yurick is post-Yeezus pre-Noise Trap One of my favorite movie motifs is in the Coen Brothers’ Fargo when a car’s “door ajar” chime punctuates and portends several deaths throughout the film. You can read it as the indifference of the universe made manifest, a corrolary to the way that best laid plans take on […]
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