David Drucker is back in his Painted Faces moniker, this time with some
literal painted faces on his j-card –
well, at least old werewolf Dad. The Halloween look harkens back to my
childhood, when we all dressed up for the season and had parties in basements
and everyone thought the peeled grapes they were feeling were eyeballs. Anyway!
That’s terrifying in every way.
Drucker brings out that unique American dread, where things like
Halloween parties in the 1980s occurred even though everyone was headed to hell
in a handcart. Or maybe they were already there, in the wood-paneled variety. His
lo-fi one-man stoner rock shtick (with a healthy dose of seasick Casio) does an
admirable job whisking me away to a nostalgic place that I’m not certain is actually
nostalgic – it’s more like a place I left and return to in my mind periodically
with discomfort.
It’s weird, unnatural, and smells of bong rips. (That was the college
part, not the kid growing up part. We still had wood-paneled basements in
college.) Drucker’s music is weird, unnatural, and is probably made following a
handful of bong rips. Is Painted Faces maybe, perhaps, the perfect example of the American way shot into the night, crippled
and alone, dirty and subsisting on junk food?
Could be.
https://paintedfaces.bandcamp.com/
https://alreadydeadtapes.bandcamp.com/
--Ryan
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