Misery Mojo and the Minds Less Blown, Illustrated by Lauren Ari
"I'm a wearer of the dark, yeah, yeah, yeah: I have a dark suit." —Dave Thomas Despite the bolt-rattling oscillation of our heads, some of us punks were able to half-wonder what would become of us once the guitar’s itch was scratched. “No Future,” begs certain questions in the aftershocks. Crocus Behemoth blew our minds often, mad head warbling like a climaxing teen; but better than those sound-scrapes, his bitter perspective conveyed diagonally how frankly fucking smart we were as punks. Bands break, though. A car crash stopped D. Boon’s jam. Pop culture punks bit the dust on drugs (yawn) while aging bassists coupled and had kids, went to sew the sutures of middle age… Crocus took up the accordion, whined about his old self, wheezed through his dark art and the girlfriends that came and went with it. By the one and only Lauren Ari. And look who's got a ne...