I went down the shore this last weekend, to Ocean City, NJ, and went record shopping at Toilet Water. The store has a terrible name and a pretty sketchy collection of faux Hot Topic clothes, but their small vinyl selection is targeted and effective. I picked up the most recent Dinosaur, Jr. record, but I haven't even been able to listen to it because I filled a glaring hole in my collection: Shellac's 1000 Hurts.
I love the complementary cd version that comes with the vinyl, which, I think, is a nice touch. But really, it's the riff writing that keeps me coming back to Shellac. Even some of the long, drawn out moments of repetitive, quiet playing function to build tension to some glorious noise. This record is the shit.
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