It's seems like only yesterday that I
had a handful of conversations in the bathroom and in front of the
VFW with the dudes who would eventually morph into the local,
supergroup, behemoth known as Skin Flowers. I'd just stare at Colin,
Turley, Tom, John (and eventually) Nick and think "Say what?
What the hell is that going to look like?"
Supergroup is too lame of a
description. What's it mean, anyway? The band members have enough to
hang their collective hats on (Shahs, Vampire Hands, Oblio Joes,
Secret Powers, Hellgate Stranglers, Everyday Sinners, etc.), but it's
not like some Constructicon amalgamation that rests on the whims and
fancies of its component egos. Colin and Nick are some deftly clever
songwriters and guitarists; John is a powerhouse on bass; and, the
percussion duo of Turley and Tom pump out some dreamy, dexterous
beats. The stuff works. It's not your usual cup of Total Fest tea, but it does mine
our collective history for the forgotten root and tendrils that
continue to nourish our insatiable thirst.
Here's a Skin Flowers approved jam.
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