Long, both a Cleveland favorite and a critic's favorite, Cincinnati's Wussy have built their loyal following over the course of five albums with a combination of strong, compelling songwriting detailing the trials, big and small, of Medwestern life, and musicianship capable of communicating those ranges of emotions. Equally adept at quiet and rustic, and plugged in and rambunctious, "Dropping Houses," the title track to their forthcoming, sixth album (out March 4th), tilts toward the latter with firm, pounding percussion, mountains of guitar sounds, and echo, lots of echo. Americana psychedelia rarely gets this heavy. And damn, does it sound good.
Let's talk about this Spacin' album, Total Freedom, 'cause to be honest, Total Freedom, and the previous Spacin' album, Deep Thuds, are pretty much the only things I've been listening to the past two weeks. Total Freedom shreds. It choogles. It's the work of jam masters. It's a jam monster.
While it was never my intention to take such a long break at the end of the year, it happened. I had this broken arm from a gnarly cycling crash in November. Hey, at least I ended up sprawled across a driveway and not splattered on the street! Prior to the bike crash I had a painful arse condition. We won't talk about the arse condition except to say it wasn't the most common of painful arse conditions and it hurt like hell.
Now, after five weeks in a cast I can type sometimes and not feel pain. My arse doesn't hurt every day. Things are looking up! Best of all, I'm slowly regaining my love of music. You see, when you feel pain every day every other sense is dulled. I listened to the new Sunn 0))) album but it might as well been the Starland Vocal Band. Get it? Now let's get to the jams.