I often forget that Kurt Vile is a son of Philadelphia. His blissed-out, stream-of-consciousness lyrics rambling over chilled out riffing feels more at home in the late 60s/early 70s Laurel Canyon scene of lore than the gritty “City of Brotherly Love” -- a place known...
I think the first time I saw Avail was at Dayton’s More Than Music fest in 1993. In an era of hardcore where 90% of Midwestern affairs were just a wall of people standing with crossed arms staring blankly at a band just exploding, Avail provided the experience I had...