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What’s up Sorry Staters?
I’m once again writing this a little late. Whereas most of my fellow Sorry State crew probably had their staff picks written on Thursday or Friday, here I am on the Sunday before we release the newsletter trying to finish up last-minute. Classic. At first I thought that I might write about that new Ultimate Disaster tape, because I’ve got a couple buds in the band and people seem stoked on it. A surgical approach to Discharge-influenced hardcore, and they kill it. But it’s already sold out! Then I thought about writing about that new Comes live LP… But it’s already sold out! I don’t know why, but for some reason those records not being available discouraged me from doing a write-up for all you readers.
So yeah, I just ended up going in a totally different direction. As much as I am still digesting as much new punk and hardcore as I can, my attention has been diverted to some other types of music lately. I’ve been trying to dive into January with a positive attitude because I had just been feeling so bummed the last few months of 2023. Sorry for TMI. But there’s some used records coming through the store and Dom will just throw them on from time to time when we’re working together. Like right now I’m listening to this beater copy of a Cyamande record as I’m writing this. But for the most part, I’ve been gravitating toward The Meters a lot lately. What can I say? I want the funk, baby. From what I’ve checked out, I’ve enjoyed every record by The Meters so far. I just find them totally infectious. “Tippie Toes” is a killer instrumental track off of their Struttin’ album. Most recently though, a copy of their album Rejuvenation came through the store, and I just had to grab it. It’s a bit of a beater copy, so we priced it pretty cheap. But hey, I ain’t complaining. I feel like Meters records are meant to be partied on. I catch myself just singin’ along with “Peeeeeople say!” without consciously realizing I’m doing so. I feel like The Meters ride that line of down-to-earth, sweet sounding 60s soul on some tracks, but the dirtiest, funky grooves you’ve ever heard—like that wah-wahed out guitar riff that starts “Just Kissed My Baby”? Dude, it makes my hair stand up on end. On that track “Hey Pock-Away,” my man’s just singin’ “feel good muuuuusic!” It rules. You can catch me playing that track and dancing real badly while I’m cleaning in my kitchen or whatever. It’s hard to be in a bad mood while listening to The Meters. I’m jammin’ it on heavy rotation.
I guess this is a pretty short one this round. If you’ve been feeling down, I highly recommend throwing on some Meters. PS, if you were questioning, my picture this is week is definitely not Photoshopped. Anyway, as always, thanks for reading.
‘Til next week,
-Jeff