While I'm thinking about Kat Brock's music, have you listened to Dixie Dirt? How that band didn't become the next Sonic Youth, I'll never understand. Their songs bounced between delicate and rough with such ease, it almost has a jazz feel to it. This is one of a few bands that I have real trouble classifying as anything. Sure, they're a rock band. A rock band that plays 9 minute songs. A band that's not scared to use repetition and silence or to have a single instrument holding up as the backbone of a song.
Every last one of their songs feels like a southern summer night memory. If I had to describe the memories of my emotional state from 18 to 22, I'd just point to Dixie Dirt. I used to drive around a lot at night during the summer, particularly when I was around 19 or 20. I'd crank music, roll the windows down, and drive around in the humid darkness, thinking about girls, loneliness, and the future, probably. I think the best term for that is "Dixie Dirting," even if they weren't around back then. Maybe "Dixie Dirting" is the term for the act of recalling driving around on summer nights when I was 20, rather than the driving around itself. Does Dixie Dirt sound more like the action or the memory of the action? Are they the summer nights or the memories of the southern nights? The fuck am I talking about?
I have a desperate longing for Dixie Dirt's "Posthumous" album to finally get released after all these years. C'mon already. Please? C'mon. I still listen regularly to the unreleased songs I stole off their website by mining the source code of their streaming player for mp3s. For funsies, here's one of them. Fucking bonkers. How did this not get released?
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