Anchorage fucking

10 Aug

It’s also cold as a gulag — people don’t start to bundle up until it hits 50 below.

“We call it Square Banks,” scoffs my seatmate on the flight up from L. Kyle, a 24-year-old urban hick, is chugging Bud Light at seven in the morning.

The Man, tells me via phone, prior to my departure from Los Angeles. The North Slope pumps out 600,000 barrels a day, too.

“You can open up for the few big shows that come through and that’s about it. “We didn’t feel the recession in Alaska,” he continues. You graduate from high school, take a job working for an oil company or construction and start out making 80 grand a year.

” “Christian Rock about glaciers is the original chillwave.” “Holler at Jewel.” “Say what up to Vladimir Putin if he rears his head.” “Bring a fucking jacket.” Alaska has produced three nationally recognized bands in its 53-year statehood: psych-pop jammers Portugal.

The Man, folkies Builder and the Butchers, and 36 Crazyfists.

"Alaska has kind of kept us away to develop on our own, and were better off for it." The Whipsaws cast off the misguided music industry notion of categorization and, in true Alaska pioneer spirit, see boundaries as something to cross, not a place to get held up.

Hard and aggressive, crunchy and raw, twangy and roots-deep, subtle and heartfelt these are all accolades that accurately reflect upon The Whipsaws, driven by attitude, belief and imagination-capturing lyrics.

If it sounds cool, were just going with it and taking chances," Benolkin adds.

"I think outros are my forte," Molesky jokes, "but I tend to be a groove guy. " Riding that high, the band immediately made plans to record an EP of new material generated during the tour.

I brought some of that deep bottom end into the rock and roll thing." The Whipsaws took ) at the Continental Club where Lucinda Williams joined them for a rendition of Bob Dylans classic, "Meet Me in The Morning." Williams was straight to the point about The Whipsaws. Yet, before a solid footing for the project could be established, The Whipsaws were indefinitely put on hold.

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