Pixies Confirm New Bass Player Following Paz Lenchatin Split

Music News: Pixies have announced that they have parted ways with bass player Paz Lenchantin ahead of a show in Dublin.

Lenchantin, who joined the alt legends in 2014 after Kim Shattuck left (who herself replaced Kim Deal), is no longer with the band.

Paz played on three of the Pixies’ releases, 2016’s Head Carrier, 2019’s Beneath the Eyrie, and 2022’s Doggerel, after appearing on albums for the likes of A Perfect Circle and Zwan.

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Music News: Pixies Get a New Bass Player

Emma Richardson, who previously played in Band of Skulls, will be joining Pixies as of their Dublin show this week (Friday, March 8th).

In an Instagram post from the band’s official account, they confirmed: “Paz Lenchantin, who joined Pixies in 2014, has exited the band to concentrate on her own projects. We’re grateful for Paz’s many contributions and wish her all the very best going forward. We are delighted to welcome Emma Richardson on bass.

“Emma will make her worldwide touring debut with Pixies on the first night of the ‘Bossanova x Trompe le Monde’ European tour, beginning this Friday in Dublin. See you on the road! La la love you, Pixies.”

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Man Homeschooling His Children Failed Fifth Grade Twice

KNOXVILLE, Tenn. – Local Dad Brayden Taylor recently decided to yank his two young boys from the Knoxville public school system and teach them from home despite the fact he failed fifth grade twice, sources confirmed.

“I don’t need my boys learning all that critical race theory and Marxism crap. Sure, right now they are just in elementary school and mainly learning about colors and shapes, but that’s just a springboard to the liberal agenda and I won’t stand by and allow it,” said Taylor while hanging another American flag in his garage for the kids to pledge allegiance to. “These schools are filled with socialist teachers asking for donations for school supplies and it makes me sick. I’m better off teaching these kids on my own and they are going to learn the USA is the best country in the world, love it or leave it.”

Taylor’s eldest son Clayton expressed his own concerns about transitioning to home-schooling.

“My dad kept talking about how bad Marxism is so I went to the library look up what it was. I’ll admit, I was kind of surprised he hated the concept so much. I guess he doesn’t realize that as a working-class man he’s a member of the proletariat, who Karl Marx says will usher in a global revolution that will finally provide dignity and respect to workers and abolish all class exploitation,” said the 10-year-old. “We’ve tried to tell him about this, but his only response was to burn our mother’s copy of Richard Marx’s 1989 album ‘Repeat Offender’ over a bonfire. It smelled really bad and my throat hurt for few days after.”

Dr. Diego Chávez Ph.D. further elucidated the problems with contemporary home-schooling.

“Right now we have too many parents with no qualifications teaching their children that certain historical episodes such as slavery never took place all because they are too afraid to admit that systemic racism is a part of the American system,” said Dr. Chávez. “As a result, they’re actually making their children dumber and even more susceptible to exploitation from the proverbial Man. But who knows? Maybe more home-schooled kids will be able to overcome their parent’s ignorance by finding resources on the internet, but I wouldn’t put money on it. I’ve never met a home-schooled kid who can actually function in society, but I pray for them.

At press time, Taylor finished prepping his first lesson plan which will mainly focus on the films of Steven Seagal.

How I Ended My Financial Stress by Removing Any and All Sources of Dopamine From My Budget

Well, it’s time to grow up, and that means budgeting. When I realized my credit score was supposed to be triple digits, I had to start making some sacrifices. Luckily for me, I realized that I could be a lot more frugal if I cut out literally any and everything that provides me joy.

When I used to go to Trader Joe’s it was a place of magic and whimsy. I brushed my fingertips along the packaging, weighing whether I wanted to buy oat caramel chocolate clusters or ube mochi pancake mix. $4 a piece? Why not both? Why not everything?! But now I just sigh and purchase 5 bags of rice and beans and a bunch of bananas. My pantry looks like it was taken out of The Giver. Or a maximum security Russian prison.

I’m a music lover. I used to attend every live show I could. But concert tickets these days, with those nasty fees? No can do! So I started working as security so I could at least feel the music. Rather than stare into the eyes of the luscious-haired frontman I get to stare at a teenager having heat exhaustion from taking MDMA and not eating dinner. And I get to be jealous of them!

I love working out. Playing beach volleyball, or sunrise yoga. Spin classes gave me a sweaty, sober haven to exercise my body and exorcize some pesky inner demons. But that shit’s expensive. It was either gym membership or car insurance. Now I turn my phone on for an extra 15 minutes outside of the 8 hours I’m already held to a screen and do a monotonous YouTube workout from a girl whose very existence gives me horrendous body dysmorphia, or go outside and run in 40 degree weather while my nose burns from either a need for sunscreen or early stages of hypothermia. At least the runner’s high distracts me from my misery for a sweet 48 seconds.

I am a city person. The movement of the people, the hustle and bustle fills me with a sense of liveliness. The progressive politics too. But New York rent is too much. Los Angeles rent is too much. Even Chicago. So I moved to Oklahoma. Where the rent is low and everyone is high. Because we’re in fucking Oklahoma. I tried to find a community and instead found a raccoon in my car engine.

Speaking of movement, I love to travel. I’ve made it to 41 out of 50 states, and want to get to all 50! I passed through 5 of them while driving to Oklahoma, and almost got stabbed while sleeping in my car on the way over. But hey, wanderlust!

I used to look at my bank account and want to die, but now being dead doesn’t seem all that bad!

Gavin Rossdale Reveals He Wrote “Glycerine” About His Tortured Relationship With a Rectal Suppository

LOS ANGELES — Gavin Rossdale, the frontman of the popular ‘90s rock band Bush, disclosed that the band’s hit single was supposed to be titled “Glycerin,” and was inspired by a fraught liaison with an over-the-counter laxative pellet.

“The ‘e’ at the end of the title was a spelling error on my part,” Rossdale said sheepishly. “But it’s still kind of wild to me that fans didn’t pick up on the intended meaning. Lyrics like, ‘it must be your skin / that I’m sinking in,’ ‘now you’re here / now you’re away,’ and ‘bad moon, whine again’ are very obviously about my struggle with rectal insertion. This was 30 years ago, we didn’t have YouTube to walk you through the process so I had no idea how to get it up there. I tried sitting on it, and dropping it down the back of my knickers and hoping it would find where it needed to go. Eventually I broke down I told our bass player Dave Parsons he had to help me or he was out of the band.”

Rossdale’s former girlfriend, Suze DeMarchi of Baby Animals, was one of the few people unsurprised by Rossdale’s revelation.

“Everyone assumed the song was about me, even though my relationship with Gavin was way too banal to inspire that level of angst,” said DeMarchi. “I had always assumed ‘Glycerine’ had something to do with his uh, brown ‘Comedown.’ Now I understand why he was constantly excusing himself to the bathroom before Bush shows, only to immediately return, muttering something about a ‘butt missile’ and his ‘old friend fear’ getting the better of him again.”

Despite Rossdale’s difficulties, glycerin suppositories are generally considered an effective yet gentle treatment for occasional constipation, according to gastroenterologist Michael Glack, MD.

“I certainly hope the newly elucidated meaning of the song – which, by the way, still fucking slaps – doesn’t dissuade anyone from using a suppository if they need relief from impacted stool,” said Dr. Glack. “These rectum rockets are designed to make going to the bathroom easier on you, in Rossdale’s own words. I’d advise him to keep trying. Soaking in a warm sitz bath beforehand can help relax the sphincter muscles, and lube makes for a smoother insertion.”

At press time, Rossdale revealed that his power ballad “Swallowed” was about his journey taking a fiber supplement.

Six Songs We’re Listening To This Week While Waiting For Vendor Approval From Flavortown Music Fest

It’s finally March, and you’re starting to feel the madness. While winter should be over, the month will likely continue to taunt you with blissful – albeit terrifyingly unseasonable – 70-degree days before plunging you into another snowstorm. Your joints can barely handle the whiplash caused by the fluctuating temperatures. While you should be pretending to finally start prepping your garden, you are instead writhing on a heating pad while cursing the cruel and unforgiving outside world.

Just because your body is getting old, doesn’t mean your music taste should follow suit. Since you’re just lying around wasting away, you might as well listen to all of this new music we’ve picked out for you. It won’t help your increasing knee and shoulder pain, but it will at least help you get a head start on a sick playlist to jam during the one week of the year you actually enjoy being outside.

St. Vincent “Broken Man”

Many fans of Annie Clark’s avante-pop guitar wizardry have split her discography into two categories: Pre-abduction Annie and post-abduction Annie, with her eponymous fifth album marking the dividing line between earthly and otherworldly. With the release of her latest single, ‘Broken Man’ from her forthcoming album ‘All Born Screaming,’ a new category is born: Alien Overlord Annie. We here at the Hard Times would like to be the first to bow down to the almighty ruler that is St. Vincent. May her revived reign over us be long and unforgiving.

TWRP “A Human’s Touch ft. McKenna Rae”

If you’re anything like us, you spend the majority of your time wracked with indecision when trying to choose between listening to E.L.O or ABBA during your sad little workout regime. Your physical and mental health is rapidly depleting and you wish there was a way to combine the qualities of both bands so you can hop on that treadmill or whatever and move on with your day. Fortunately, Canada’s costumed heroes TWRP have done just that with their latest McKenna Rae featuring single ‘A Human’s Touch.’ Now you only have yourself to blame for skipping leg day for the sixth month in a row.

Hinds “Coffee”

When Hinds announced last year that their rhythm section had quit the band, many feared that the Madrid-based indie-punk outfit might be calling it quits for good. Fortunately, those fears have been effectively vanquished. The detour only meant that lead vocalists, guitarists, and founding members Carlotta Cosials and Ana García Perrote would be going back to basics. Their latest single “Coffee” finds the duo picking up right where they left off, delivering their trademark dueling vocals with hooks that are as catchy as they are bratty.

Chastity Belt “Chem Trails”

Last year, Chastity Belt’s seminal debut LP ‘No Regerts’ celebrated its tenth anniversary, reminding several of our writers that they were a band. You’ll have to excuse their forgetfulness, as the indie outfit has been a bit dormant since their 2019 self-titled album was released. Much of our staff can’t remember last week, let alone five years ago. Anyway, the band’s latest album, ‘Live Laugh Love,’ will be out at the end of the month and it seems the effort will be worth the wait. The latest single, ‘Chem Trails,’ finds the quartet in classic form with a truly hypnotic arrangement. If you don’t feel like you’re floating by the time the chorus hits, you probably aren’t listening close enough.

FEVER 333 “READY ROCK”

FEVER 333 have been teasing their highly anticipated, but still unannounced, second album since the early spring of last year. After announcing a new lineup in early spring last year – which includes ex-Mars Volta drummer Thomas Pridgen and viral bass sensation April Kae – the band dropped the chaotic single, $WING, before taking their unhinged live show on the road for an extended run of summer dates. This left us and other fans chomping at the bit for new rumblings of music from the act. Our collective wishes have been more than fulfilled with the release of ‘READY ROCK’ – a dizzying punk, hip-hop, metal, and funk fusion that will make your head feel like it’s been plucked from your body and thrown into a forest fire.

Pissed Jeans “Everywhere Is Bad”

Spring is just around the corner and you might be starting to plan out your next vacation. Perhaps you’re already narrowing down your shortlist of cities and attractions to visit. Before you go any further, you might want to ditch your travel planner and listen to ‘Everywhere Is Bad’ from Pissed Jeans excellent new album ‘Half Divorced.’ Three and a half minutes in the hands of this ferociously biting track about the sad state of America will have you too depressed and listless to go anywhere, saving you tons of money in the long run. Who needs a vacation when you can just listen to this album on repeat, anyway?

Okay, so we definitely did say these would help you get a headstart on making a sick playlist, but we all know you’re actually not going to do it. That’s why we’ve made one for you. It doesn’t just have these songs on it, either. It has every song we’ve ever written about this year, and will continue to grow until it becomes so long and disorienting that it develops sentience and tells you to get a job. You can click here to check it out unless you’re a coward who hates great music.

You Didn’t Eat the Whole Thing Did You? (Guest Article by Your Friend Who Brought Edibles)

Woooo! San Diego! This beach condo is sick!

Who wants edibles? I hit up that dispensary by the airport on our way here. The dude said these are just like regular gummy worms except…

Holy shit, did you eat the whole bag on the way here?

You thought I brought an entire bag of these for each person? That was supposed to last the six of us for the whole week. That dose is for each gummy, not the entire bag! Have you ever had edibles before? Fuck, if I ever ate a second gummy, I would become the couch for the day. And there were 30 in there! You idiot, that was enough THC to sedate a gorilla for surgery. But first, you’re probably going to be a paranoid lunatic for the rest of the night.

Let’s see that was about an hour ago right? Yeah so right about now you’re probably starting to feel… Hey! CALM DOWN! You need to fucking chill.

All this screaming is going to make it worse. Plus you should really keep that heart rate down for the next 24 hours. Remember, there is nothing you can do to stop this. The train has left stoner station and you’re stuck on board. This is going to be a long weekend for you and an annoyingly sober weekend for the rest of us while we babysit your dumb ass. You’re going to be energized by fear but also paralyzed by, well, fear.

Where are you going? Get back here!

Nobody is going to the hospital! Come drink this Gatorade and lie down on the floor. You’re going to want these electrolytes over the next couple of days, and honestly, this might be your last opportunity to make full use of your arms.

Ok, great job. You’re doing alright. Just take some deep breaths. Are you feeling any better?

No? Well, at least you’re not freaking out anymore. And maybe you can learn a lesson from this experience. Maybe next time you’ll wait for the rest of us instead of eating all the candy like some fucking toddler. Now can you please shut up and go to sleep?

That’s it, there you go, just drift off now. I know you feel pretty rocky right now but just remember, the chances of this being permanent are less than half. Less than half dude! Chill!

Groundbreaking Sex Scene in Hallmark Movie Depicts 20 Seconds of Dry Humping

KANSAS CITY, Mo. — Hallmark Channel’s newest movie reportedly features a groundbreaking sex scene depicting 20 seconds of dry humping between the romantic leads which is sending shockwaves through the traditional values community, sources close to production confirm.

“We built this empire by repeating the same three romantic plotlines for two decades. But viewership is down and we need to get with the times, so we’re exploring uncharted territory in our next film with a scene depicting a sensual 20-second, fully clothed dry hump between our heroes on a sofa in broad daylight,” said producer Brian Watkins. “Sure it’s not on the same level as the softcore porn you can see any day of the week on cable, but to our audience the depiction of two adults who were close as children, but grew apart over the years due to work obligations grinding on each other awkwardly is as realistic as romance gets. If this tests well, we could have implied over the shirt groping in our upcoming Christmas movies.”

One of Hallmark Channel’s go-to actors was excited but nervous about filming such an intimate scene.

“I’m completely aware that the majority of these films are not grounded in reality. But I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to push the envelope of milquetoast, traditional values romcoms with some hot jeans on jeans grinding. Before this my most intimate moment on screen was baking cookies with Alicia Witt,” said actor Mark Weibe. “Frankly it wasn’t supposed to be this big of a deal, but they blew half the budget spending three days trying to film the scene with forced perspective so we wouldn’t have to physically touch. Eventually they just said screw it, just start dry humping Lacey Chabert. I just hope my mom wasn’t watching.”

The controversial scene had the entire production on edge except for the film’s intimacy coordinator.

“I honestly thought I was on a prank show. The week prior I was micromanaging several different dicks for a Sam Levinson project and then Hallmark sent me a huge check for this movie, and I came to find out it’s just two grownups engaging in middle school shenanigans,” said Valerie Putnam. “I’ve seen sultrier shit on Nickelodeon, but I figured even prudes need a little help sometimes. I do wish I was more equipped to handle the 45 minutes of praying and crying that followed filming the scene though.”

As of press time, Hallmark announced they’d be pushing the boundaries even further in their next film when the female lead says she’s not ready for a relationship and goes back to her big job in the city.

Opinion: Listen up Liberal! I’m Scared and Need To Be Held

This country is going to hell. Everyday there’s some new bullshit that threatens our American way of life, like Taylor Swift and books about the Holocaust. There used to be a time when I’d only rant on Facebook in my truck four times a week, now it seems like it’s becoming a daily occurrence. Our culture is freefalling into a woke hellscape and patriots like myself are up against insurmountable odds.

So listen up liberal, because you need to know that I am scared shitless and need to be held like a baby.

Unlike you crybaby snowflakes, no one I knew growing up had mental health issues. My mother never sheltered me from the horrors of the world, and thanks to her emotional neglect I have never truly processed my childhood trauma. Do you think you’ve got the balls to embrace me and let me open up about the death of my childhood friend?

Do you have any idea what it’s like waking up and wondering if this is the day women and minorities are going to treat me the way I treated them for decades? The breaking down of my white patriarchal norms has left me feeling more vulnerable than that time I went to Subway without my AR-15. I don’t even want a bangmaid for a partner anymore, I just want someone I can let myself feel vulnerable with. That’s how bad it’s gotten.

And don’t even get me started on how terrified I am of going into the city. The last time I went, I had to walk by a bunch of people living in tents and it forced me to realize that I’m just one missed paycheck away from joining them. I am begging you libtard, look me in the eye and tell me that income inequality can be solved by pulling oneself up by their bootstraps.

Just the other day I saw a trans woman on TikTok and realized I was attracted to them. That’s right, I’ve been forced to accept that gender and sexuality are not as black and white as I assumed and that we should love people for who they are. Facts don’t care about my confusing new feelings, so I need one of you leftist commie bastards to hug me right now!

I don’t want people thinking I’m some safe space loving pussy, but it would be nice if just for a moment someone with empathy could hold me and tell me things are going to be okay.

Fred Durst’s Neighbor Requests Next Time He Borrows Chainsaw He Doesn’t Return It Covered in Ass Skin

LOS ANGELES – The neighbor of Fred Durst is reportedly nonplussed after his chainsaw was returned absolutely covered in the skin of someone’s ass after allowing the Limp Bizkit frontman to borrow it for the weekend, neighborhood sources confirmed.

“I figured that he probably needed to cut down a tree or something but damn was I wrong,” said Durst’s neighbor Scott Ebley. “Instead there’s chunks of skin gunking everything up. I assumed he did some crazy shit like cutting up a pig but no, he confirmed to me that it was 100% ass skin and nothing else. Like what the hell man? Any reasonable person would’ve at least done the smallest bit of cleaning but nope, all blood and ass skin. He then called me a chump and said I had to stop talking shit about ‘My Generation’ and flipped me the bird before driving away in a car shaped like his iconic red hat. We’re only two years apart in age.”

Durst believes that his neighbor should’ve expected this outcome because his catalog of music clearly showed that this is what would happen.

“I have made some things very clear about myself, I pack a chainsaw and if you come at me I’ll skin your ass raw all the way down to your chocolate starfish,” said a peeved Durst. “If I find someone rolling rolling rolling my way and I’m feeling like shit well you can only expect that you’re gonna to get it. Talk shit and you’ll be leaving with a fat lip. Do I have to make myself any clearer that I, the man who single-handedly destroyed Woodstock ‘99, will fuck you up? Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

One new chainsaw company CEO believes he has the solution to this problem if Durst is willing to hear his offer out.

“The problem with using most chainsaws to skin asses is that the blades of a chainsaw aren’t really designed to cut flesh,” said Suleyman Gorbon the CEO of ‘ChainMaul’ a company that specializes in flesh cutting chainsaws. “However, with our special vibrating porcelain chainsaw teeth you can easily skin any ass raw in half the time without risking cutting into the flesh below. I’d love to give Fred a ChainMaul and have him join on as our spokesman but he said he wouldn’t do it for anything less than 1,000,000 gallons of hot dog-flavored water and some nookie. Where the hell am I going to get that much hot dog water? The nookie shouldn’t be a problem though.”

At press time, Ebley was refusing to let Durst borrow his ‘The Who Greatest Hits’ album for fear he would be tempted to cover more of their songs.

Ten Underrated Albums From Iodine Recordings That Will Not Work As A Home Remedy For COVID

Record labels in the scene can be quite polarizing, to say the least, but we’ve yet to hear about anyone besmirching the entity known as Iodine Recordings, and we are going to keep it that way. Founded in Boston, Massachusetts by Casey Horrigan as a record distribution company in 1996, Iodine morphed into its own label in 2000, but it sadly stopped in 2004. Happily, the label announced its return in 2020, and started putting out new material in 2021. Iodine Recordings is still going quite strong with many LPs scheduled well into the year and even some planning into the next. For this piece wherein we spout beauty about ten underrated albums from the label in alphabetical order, we list zero EPs, compilations, split releases, or reissues, so stop yelling before you start.

The Darling Fire “Distortions” (2022)

Apple Music describes The Darling Fire as “hard rock,” and while that is an apt description, the band is also so, so much more than that. Featuring band members from Shai Hulud not named Chad Gilbert and from Further Seems Forever not named Chris Carrabba, TDF’s female spin on a typically male-dominated arena provides a new and fantastic lens on a non-foreign populus. If we can up the ante from 459 monthly Spotify listeners to something in the 460 category moving forward, then our hands will forever remain clean, and life will be the antonym of a freaking downer. On another note, if you need/want/crave/yearn for a home in South Florida, well frontwoman/realtor Jolie Lindholm is for you, and you can reach her directly by ringing 867-5309. Please leave a message at the beep or our collective hearts will stop beating.

Her Head’s On Fire “College Rock and Clove Cigarettes” (2022)

You may not expect to hear modern kindred spirits of The Replacements, Elvis Costello, R.E.M., and other 80s college indie rock acts prior to spinning the most bloodthirsty and violent band named band ever as of press time, Her Head’s On Fire, but the four-piece act composed of members from Saves the Day, The Bomb, Small Brown Bike, and Large White Plane loves to keep you guessing and keep all of the goons complaining. Since “College Rock and Clove Cigarettes” is the band’s only full-length LP as of now, we hope that they’re all hunkering down and creating more ear candy for us all. It’s a common shame that this act fell through the cracks of the most indie of indies, but we’re obviously here to remedy that, as our pristine hearts will beat for you forever and ever amen. Are THEY enough? YES they ARE!

Hey Thanks! “Start/Living” (2022)

New Orleans, Louisiana is normally known for beignets, voodoo, Neutral Snap, and non-neutral by any stretch of the imagination drinks, but Hey Thanks! deserve your time too, and plenty of public and private accolades from the peanut gallery known as life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness! Blending nearly every genre of rock from Warped Tour that doesn’t involve yelling antiquated Christian ideals at unsuspecting teens with vulgar neon v-necks, Hey Thanks! is so, so much more than a The Wonder Years song, and all twelve tracks that comprise their slasher LP known as “Start/Living” are quality jams that even your bitter and boring cousin Mortimer will bop to. Also, if you like your gallons and gallons of falsetto more than you like Adam Levine’s miles and miles of tattoos inspired by M. Shadows, the vocals here are uber pristine and candylike.

Horsewhip “Consume and Burn” (2023)

“Consume and Burn” is the most concise and short listen here with just eight songs and a runtime under twenty minutes, but it is still technically a full-length studio effort! Florida men come in many shapes and sizes, and these four Florida men from the full of fury location known as Tampa Bay, for lack of a better word, whip your horses known as humans into oblivion from the first seconds of “Cutting Through” to the final ones in “Circadian Rhythm,” and we’re all better/lighter jockeys for it. There’s a song called “Pain” here at track number five, and that may as well be the genre of the tunes on this LP, as no other word would do them justice. If you want campfire acoustic classics, steer clear, but if you want to firebomb the warehouse party a la Ass Life, these eight songs will certainly do. HORSEWHIP!

The Iron Roses “Self-Titled” (2023)

Blending elements of pop, punk, pop-punk and a genre that doesn’t exist, unless it does, known as punk-pop, Elkton, Maryland’s The Iron Roses’ self-titled studio album is a unique male and female dual vocal masterpiece with a healthy amount of power chords and upstrokes. You may not expect to hear such saccharine from Nathan Gray, who also is the lead vocalist for your favorite act and ours known as BoySetsFire, but Gray likes to keep ya guessing with a hearty amount of Becky, and not the aunt with the same first name. Some roses aren’t made of stone and deserve some metal, though not in musical style form. Also, this album’s actual cover could work as cool art for your studio apartment or your friend Albie’s garage. In closing, inferior publications dug this band but here it is for you!

Jeromes Dream “The Gray In Between” (2023)

Screw apostrophes, amirite? San Francisco, California’s Jeromes Dream doo-wop harmonious hooligans open their recent LP “The Gray In Between” with a somber and short instrumental known as “Conversations: In Time, On Mute,” which is quite a misnomer by a stretch AND that’s where the mellowness ends. If you dig the aforementioned MA icons Converge that will allude to again later, but think that they should write heavier and more dissonant music for your eardrums, well Jeromes Dream is for you. We must admit, it sounds more like Jeromes nightmare than a happy and peaceful slumber, but that’s the way, uh huh, uh huh, we like it, uh huh, uh huh. “The Gray In Between” has another thing going for it in that it is ten tracks clocking in at just under twenty-five short minutes, so your commute to your in-laws will be THAT much more meaningful.

Onelinedrawing “Tenderwild” (2022)

“Don’t give up” is not only a song on Onelinedrawing’s recent LP “Tenderwild,” but it seems to be a daily affirmation mantra of sorts for vocalist/svengali Jonah Matranga, who also moonlit in influential acts Far, Gratitude, New End Original, and Old Corner Cover. If you like folk music with an emotional/sweet twist, “Tenderwild” is a good one for your record collection, and if you don’t, don’t. Special credence is particularly in order for Matranga, who has been a scene mainstay for longer than many of you have been alive, and we’d bet a large sum that fact won’t change till he’s on his deathbed, or even you on yours. If you only have three minutes and two seconds today to halt doom scrolling and actually listen to quality music, check out this album’s solid title track; hell of a year.

Orange Island “Everything You Thought You Knew” (2002)

If you like Braid and Jawbreaker, but dislike impropriety and dentists, then Orange Island’s “Everything You Thought You Knew” is most certainly for you, despite its album title potentially or kinetically, intentionally or unintentionally, ripping Glassjaw’s breakout LP’s title off! Oh well, consider them unlucky. Anyway, it is still shocking that the mega post-hardcore/emo boom of the early-aughts left Orange Island on their own, err, island, and it wasn’t a long one at that. Clinton, Massachusetts is usually more known for Sliding Billy Hamilton than OI, but we are here to change that grassroots guerilla style via this studio album shoutout. We can’t entirely blame Iodine Recordings for this band not blowing up as they eventually signed to Triple Crown Records and even Rise Records, and called it a day in 2005, the year that acts like Fall Out Boy, My Chemical Romance, Avenged Sevenfold, and The Turtles exploded.

Ritual Earth “MMXX” (2022)

At just six songs over the course of nearly forty-five minutes of epic music and musicianship, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania’s Ritual Earth’s full-length is a trippy and heavy masterpiece appealing to fans of psychedelic rock and doom metal, and we’re all for it! As you know, “MMXX” in roman numeral form means “2020,” which may reference the year that Covid-19 quarantined the planet or it might just be a cool combo of letters, fam. Regardless, fans of Meshuggah, Between the Buried and Me, Moon Tooth, and the substance ayahuasca NEED Ritual Earth in their meal plans. Also, if you look at a photo of the band, they certainly look the part, whatever the part is. In closing, this entry may look like a gaffe as it is six songs long but since the tunes are long as hell, it’s technically an LP, suckas!

There Were Wires “Somnambulists” (2003)

There were wires and there must have been something in the water in Massachusetts in the late-’90s/early-’00s, as many acts from this region around that revered time period were stinking mad whilst being wicked pissa, kid! There Were Wires should have climbed to the heights of MA peers Converge, but sadly the band called it a day just one year after “Somnambulists” came out. If you have a BA in English Language and Literature or even climbed the academic mountain higher to a master’s degree or doctorate, you know that “Somnambulism” is a pretentious way to say “sleepwalking” and we blame external factors, dumb luck in a dumb way, and this literal heady album title for the band not being on the metalcore or whatever the hell you want to call it pantheon.