Silkworm - In The West (1993)

I care less about Slint (beyond Good Morning, Captain) than the next guy, and maybe Pavement too (beyond Silence Kit)* and oh my hear that part in Raised By Tigers that's like straight lifting the noise guitar from In the Mouth of a Desert (!!!) but you should just HEAR IT come together out of that chaos, THAT'S why Silkworm exists, not because, as I said earlier, or intimated, they're a sad+alcoholic Pave-lint (or Slavement (!)), rather Silkworm is a mess that just can't keep itself together, a constantly moving shambles that's always falling apart and picking itself up again, forever damaged by the fall, but endlessly rebuilding itself. It creates its own chaos, because of its brain, and always wants to transcend itself, through using itself, in spite of itself (it being a collapsing, self-sabotaging mess). When Silkworm fall short of these ambitions, it's impossibly hard to look away. When they succeed it's like an against-all-odds situation that hardly makes any sense at all, a noise rock peoples' champion that hits as hard as Fugazi or even Shellac despite its messy origins, awkward gait, and disturbingly lean physical appearance.

*I decided to ask the guy next to me and it turns out I actually care more about Pavement than he does, and probably Slint too

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Silkworm - Firewater (1996)

Deconstructed indie rock, punk rock, slacker rock, sure, pieced together but still unhinged, invariably- drier, more angular, their secret lies in their ability to convince you it's all sloppy when really it's direction, even purpose.  Maybe it's because their drug of choice isn't weed (Pavement, Dino jr) but beer (...), dudes sound like they've got some real low-life topics and issues going down- desperation rather than apathy, hangovers rather than wordplay. At its worst it's Pavement without the fun (weed), and at its best it's a down-to-earth Slint meets guitar heroics (beer). Fuckin rocks m8

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