Loving Black Saint right now, not wearing flowers in my hair…

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Artist: Witch

A couple of years ago, I witnessed the one- or two-song reunion of Deep Wound, the early hard-core punk band and Dinosaur predecessor that was, until recently, the last band in which J. Mascis had regularly played drums. Despite a certain amount of nostalgia, despite a bit too much jovial interplay between the long-estranged Mascis and Lou Barlow, despite the passage of 20 years or more, it was clear that Deep Wound was a band that seriously rocked – and one of the reasons was Mascis’ take-no-prisoners approach to the drum kit. Grey hair flying, ropey arms halfway to the ceiling, kick drum jumping ominously with every monster punch, there was nothing held back. So, if your first question about Witch, a 1970s leaning, guitar-god-worshiping slab of stoned-out metal, is what is Mascis doing behind the drums, the answer is “kicking ass.â€