Sad House - Eggy Tape
Eggy #33
By night, I consume cassettes. By day, I write about structural health monitoring and anaerobic digesters and liquid natural gas facilities. One term that gets bandied about by the short-sleeve button-down-shirt-and-black-socks-with-white-tennis-shoes set is "energy hog." It refers to anything—a wastewater treatment plant, your high-definition television—that hungrily consumes copious amounts of energy.
I bore you with all this because when I hear Sad Horse I think "energy hog." Sad Horse is a two-piece garage punk band from Portland, Maine. They play with a boundless, manic ardor that I wish I possessed. Each track is like watching a large piece of flash paper burn—there's a whoosh, a splash of bright orange light, a purpley after-image on the retinas. When they play live, I bet lights dim and ceiling fans slow to a crawl.
Songs like "Something That Sucks" and "Check's in the Mail" have me imagining that bandmates Elizabeth and Jeff are really marionettes being controlled by the same puppet master, so fast and tight do they play, yet so synergetic and cohesive do they sound.
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