For the past couple weeks, “False Jessi Part 2” off Pissed Jean‘s latest record, King of Jeans, has become my morning anthem. Suddenly, my day of doing average things such as making coffee, sitting at a computer, typing, commuting, and other verbs that I routinely and somewhat bitterly carry out seem a little more hardcore, a little more badass. The self-deprecation and humor wrought with approaching middle-age growled and howled “I don’t, I don’t, I don’t, I don’t do everything” by frontman Matt Korvette, backed by guitar shreds and rolling drums that pound along with every (de)pressing into my office keyboard– well, it gives me that little boost of relatability and resolve that many find in music. Call Pissed Jeans post-hardcore noise sludge rock, if you will. There’s also a bit of Iggy in there, an inkling of the Jesus Lizard, hell, why not throw in a Motorhead reference, it all comes down to the fact that Pissed Jeans make me want to chug beer, rip off my work clothes, and tear into the crowded pit that will hopefully be well within reach at their show.
Playing the Empty Bottle on Wednesday, April 10th, at 9:30 PM. Cost is $10. HERDS and Cougars open.
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