(Showbox at the Market) When I say, "I fucking love Hot Water Music!" what I really mean to say is "I fucking love Hot Water Music's first six albums and even a little bit of Caution, but because their music means so much to me on a personal level—seriously—I haven't been able to bring myself to listen to their post-reunion record Exister, because if it sucks, it will ruin my heart." So when I wholeheartedly recommend you go to this show and we crowd toward the stage and sing along to their gritty, anthemic rock with our fists in the air, just know I'm saying that under the guise that their new music doesn't exist and it'll be like seeing them circa 2000, before they broke up. It won't be, of course, but for the sake of my heart, let's pretend that it is.
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