Noooooooooooooo!! It finally happened.
I knew it was coming.
The signs were there all along, but I chose to ignore them. I thought it impossible that someone would end a relationship so rewarding, invigorating, so freakin successful, but it looks like it’s over.
The Distillers have officially disbanded…and I swear to god if I hear one snide reference to Brody Dalle being a succubus or flea-ridden whorebag then I will end you, for I am in mourning.
Not only for the loss of that indomitable sound of Dalle’s manly moans behind filthy classic Hellcat punk, but also because I must sadly report that I never witnessed this aggression, or more importantly, the presence that is Dalle, live.
When they toured here last in 2004, I was just discovering Sing Sing Death House and had considered purchasing tickets but alas, none of my friends would join me and tragically, the show passed by unattended.
It’s a fascinating phenomenon that every music fan I know has experienced. When your appreciation for a band only blossoms after they’ve toured or split, and you’re left to curse your tardy fandom forevermore.
The lesson to this self-indulgent spiel is never let petty bullshit stop you from seeing a band that floats your boat, or you too may be consoling yourself with live recordings and annoying, go-nowhere rants. The other point is, the Distillers are over and it fucking blows. That is all.
I knew it was coming.
The signs were there all along, but I chose to ignore them. I thought it impossible that someone would end a relationship so rewarding, invigorating, so freakin successful, but it looks like it’s over.
The Distillers have officially disbanded…and I swear to god if I hear one snide reference to Brody Dalle being a succubus or flea-ridden whorebag then I will end you, for I am in mourning.
Not only for the loss of that indomitable sound of Dalle’s manly moans behind filthy classic Hellcat punk, but also because I must sadly report that I never witnessed this aggression, or more importantly, the presence that is Dalle, live.
When they toured here last in 2004, I was just discovering Sing Sing Death House and had considered purchasing tickets but alas, none of my friends would join me and tragically, the show passed by unattended.
It’s a fascinating phenomenon that every music fan I know has experienced. When your appreciation for a band only blossoms after they’ve toured or split, and you’re left to curse your tardy fandom forevermore.
The lesson to this self-indulgent spiel is never let petty bullshit stop you from seeing a band that floats your boat, or you too may be consoling yourself with live recordings and annoying, go-nowhere rants. The other point is, the Distillers are over and it fucking blows. That is all.
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