Wednesday, June 23, 2010

small brown bike "dead reckoning"






im sure this has been posted on other blogs but since this band meant alot to me over the past 12-13 years and im still rocking their shit without letup after all this time its more than worthy to post here. small brown bike is one of those few bands who have no affectations whatsoever. just  4 dudes from michigan who love playing together and hit you with straightfoward gruff, rough punk/hardcore. their lyrics are honest and to the point without any arty affected bullshit, theyve always said what they meant, never making the listener beat around the bush. its emotion distilled to its purest, rough edged form. i saw these guys more than any other band, at least a dozen times in their heydey between 1998 - 2003 and everytime they brought the energy and drive, im not sure if there is such a thing as a bad SBB show. all their records where quality shit, even "the river bed" which was hands down their weakest effort, had gems like "a declaration of sorts" and "a lesson to remember"on it. after a spate of reunion shows in 2007 (of which i caught one, in kalamazoo) they apparently reformed as an active full time band and i think have released something on no idea recently if im correct.......anyways "dead reckoning" was their strongest effort, barely edging out "our own wars" and the early shit on the first collection cd for the honor......they put it all together on this album.............just an absolute pinnacle of gruff punk..........much moreso than anything hot water music has ever done.......ill be keeping an eye out for local shows in the future.....seeing them in '07 was kinda like visiting a freind you havent seen in years but when you finally do all the memories of the good times come flooding back and its like they never went away in the first place.......



"I sit above the rooms of our home.


Expose myself to a loss that I've known.

No clouds exist in this blue sky.

I use my sense for the first time.

My hands hold on to the horizon.

Can't catch my breath, so I stop trying.

This small part of me counts down mathematically.

It will bury me with you.

I am here for just a short time.

You've been gone for this stretch of my life.

Please live through me.

Now this tragedy becomes reality to our family.

I am here for just a short time.

You've been gone for this stretch of my life.

This small part of me counts down mathematically.

It will bury me with you."






 









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