The World According To Veronika Sprinkel
Stories from Dystopia's Bright Side
As a musical genre, punk's not commonly considered to be riddled with nuance, suggestion, or surprise. What you see is what you get. It's either on or it's off. Loud or louder. Rude, bombastic, brutal. Like it or go the fuck home. But every now and then, someone or something comes along to challenge everything you thought you knew...
The Melvins? Who are the Melvins? My eyes panned down to find Smokehouse drummer sitting a few feet away on that very floor where I’d been sleeping, next to an empty turntable. It was his cigarette I smelled: Marlboro. Carefully, he rested a shiny black twelve inch onto its surface and dropped the needle. Seconds later, I found myself inundated by a sound so immense, I felt like I’d been kicked in the gut with my own steel toed boot, in the most incredible way...