Happy Tuesday, I think I’ve decided that the second day of the week is actually the worst one, because you always expect Monday to be rough and you realize you’ve not even made it to half way through the week just yet. Increasingly, the remedy for this Tuesday slump has come with the kind of angsty, grungy music that I’ve not really listened to since I frequented the rock bars of the town I grew up in.
Thankfully, it’s a town with quite a few such bars that would host some pretty fun open mic nights and slots for local bands to perform. Bands like Baba Naga, Hot Soles and I think I’d throw Drenge into the mix as well – even though they spread their wings a little further than the North of England.
One of the most exciting small bands from my music-obsessed youth was Wet Nuns, who burst onto the scene in a wave of pounding drums, loud guitars and gravelly vocals. Their shows around town were legendary, thanks to the excitable fans and driving beat of their songs that all but pushed you directly into the pit.
Sadly they were a troupe that wasn’t long for this world, and after a handful of EPs and a single album, their time came to an end. Wet Nuns’ 2013 self-titled album remains a banger, however, so today I’d like to introduce you to their music with “No Death.”
If you want to wipe away the Tuesday blues, it’s a great place to start and, if you’re anything like me, it’ll shoot you back to a happier time when life was simpler. A time when your biggest worry was remembering what the Teeline Shorthand symbol for “swims” was, and not who would be paying the gas bill this month.
