Therefore, if bees were to become extinct as they do in Generation A (which is not out of the realm of real life possibility,) Douglas Coupland would cease to exist. Then who would we go to for such insightful and witty satire?
Find out more about Coupland and disappearing bees in my review of the author’s latest- Generation A- fresh from the oven and all hot n’ crusty over at ChuckPalahniuk.net.
…and proceed to rock my balls off. But Dysrhythmia don’t rock balls in the typical fashion- for there is nothing typical about this band. What they do is swim up your urethra like the dreaded candiru, gestate in your testicles, and then burst forth from your scrotum like a chest-hugger, splattering blood and seminal fluid all over the unsuspecting hipsters inhabiting Brooklyn’s Union Pool. That’s how they rock balls.
Dysrhythmia are one of the most technically proficient live bands I’ve ever seen. Colin Marston wields the six-stringed bass like a dwarf wields a battle axe, drummer Jeff Eber crunches rhythms like he probably crunches numbers in his day job, and Kevin Hufnagel’s hands move so fast and with such economy of motion, they look like they are vibrating. When the man shreds, he makes faces like he is simultaneously taking a shit and traveling through time. Dysrhythmia is a band that demands your respect.