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| Spencer from Dead Low Tide (photo from 10 Things Jesus Wants You To Know) |
I was later than I should have been, falling in love with the Murder City Devils. I had written them off initially as hipster rockabilly wannabes, based solely on a picture I saw of Spencer Moody in some fanzine. Nothing about music, mind you. I'd just get hip deep into these weird ass takes throughout my early 20s where I'd lean real hard into hating on something, no matter the evidence to the contrary. I mean, if you're going to have shitty, baseless opinions, your 20s are probably the best time to get them out of the way. So I missed every MCD show that came through Baltimore during their run. Ol' Schmucky Magoo over here didn't get hip until I heard "Press Gang" on a Sub Pop sampler that came thru word in an ADA promo box. And BOY did I feel dumb!
I wasn't going to repeat my mistake when I heard of Dead Low Tide, the band comprised of three ex-Devils and Mike from godheadSilo. They'd self-released a 7" in 2002 that I'd picked up and played to death. When they finally made it East, we had heard they were soon to record their first LP, to be released on NYC's Tiger Style Records. Tiger Style was a label I was already paying attention to; they'd put out the second Convocation Of LP, and had put out some killer Rye Coalition records. They had proven they possessed good taste. Between that, the pedigree, and the 7", I figured I'd be due a good time when I saw them.
All I recall of the night is whiskey, and copious amounts of it. So it's fair I don't remember much more than:
1) I saw them at the Ottobar.
2) I remember Gabe, their roadie of some renown, capering about throughout their set and drinking
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Jägermeister with me at some point.3) I woke the following day at 1pm, having missed a film class and wearing a series of mysterious cuts/scratches on my face and down my body to my knees.
I couldn't tell you who else they played with, how they sounded, who I attended with, or how I traveled the two blocks from the show to my 3rd floor apartment. Did I have a good time? Apparently.
As it turns out, Dead Low Tide were not long for this world. They went home to Seattle, recorded this here slab, and promptly broke up. The end. How anticlimatic.
The record's pretty good, tho.
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