Probably the most scabrous thing I ever published in a family newspaper. Ostensibly a review of the second High on Fire album, I use it as a pretext to "drop science" on famous old white dudes (Robert Christgau "made fun itself into a strenuous type of upper-middle-class self-actualization," for Lester Bangs "Smelling bad was an aspect of his literary style"), explain what James Brown, Sleep, and Arnold Dreyblatt have in common, and reveal "the verifiably heaviest fucking thing in the universe" (what?)
Read it to find out. Originally ran in the Chicago Reader July 25 2002.
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That's a fantastic article. Not sure if HoF is purified BS though: that's like saying the Stray Cats purified rockabilly, or Martial Canterel purified Joy Division. They're all kind of hollowed-out versions of their antecedents with a readymade audience. Or maybe simply different extensions of a triliteral root. Come to think, HoF might have been moreso at the time this was written. great stuff~!
[sweet Ashbery+Schuyler ref., btw.]
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