Excuse me for sounding like one of those olds you overhear at shows complaining about music not being what it used to be, but, damnit, back in my day, before a band’s name became a place for misspellings, mixed case, missed vowels, and cutesy punctuation, that name used that mean something. Take Destruction Unit, for example. They’re a band after my own heart. Would you care to guess what they sound like? They sound like they break things. That’s what they fuckin’ sound like. Electronics slamming against the sidewalk, baseball bats breaking glass, knee caps, brains, your mom’s fancy china, your sister’s heart — you name it and they’ll break it. It’s that simple and that’s the way it should be.
- September 24, 2015
When you trade in '70s style riff rock, like the OBN IIIs do, there's inherent risk. One hackneyed rhyme of "Rock 'N' Roll" and "soul" and all good will is lost. You get labeled as the kids who never left the Camaro and the high school parking lot, whose best and blurriest days all had two things in common: Budweiser cans and stank weed. Read More