Back in late 1999, I was visiting Oneonta to see my ex-girlfriend (who has cans the size of your head) and I would hang with my good buddy Jay — who I haven’t hung out with in a king’s age, and that needs to fucking change posthaste — while she was in class.
Jay — who replaced me as the music director at my college radio station, WONY — handed me a CD with a companion poster, with the simple advice to “Listen. Much gooder.” And he was right. I cranked that fucker on the way back to my first journalism job on Long Island Sunday night into Monday morning, and I fell in love. The band was Mínus and the album, Jesus Christ Bobby.
If you haven’t heard the album or are unfamiliar with this gloriously Icelandic band, head for the end of this post for a small sampling of Bobby. The good news for fans of Mínus is that this year, we will get a new album from them.
It’s called KOL, and I am assuming it’s pronounced “coal.” The band promises the album will be out “before Christmas.” That would be most phat. What else would be phat is if this album’s actually a return to the Mínus of old, and not that post-rap rock nonsense they put out with that closeup eyeball shot. That album kind of killed it for me, but hey — I am always willing to give a once-good band a second, third, and often ninth chance.
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