Liquor Store Scumbag / We Buy Gold

“There are a lot of bands out there these days that claim they play rock and roll. A lot bands who think they're Crazy Horse, a lot of guitar players who think they're Neil Young, a lot of ‘punks’ who think the Grateful Dead are cool, a lot of hippies who call themselves punks. They're all pretenders, the lot of them, writing songs for ‘fans’ to stream on their playlists, making records for collectors of vinyls, podcasting about their own artistic process. Bandcamp hustlers, Spotify jokers. It's all so precious, making music for people to get all wistful over, as if stirring feelings of melancholia in bunch of work-from-home keyboard pounders makes them a real rock band. It's a fraud. That's fake music. You want real rock and roll? Ask that guy who just finished a ten hour shift making the pizzas those same melancholy meatheads ordered on Grubhub in between Twitter updates what he wants to hear. Ask the punk who delivered that pie what was on in the car while they drove through human traffic garbage to get it to their doorstep. Ask the dude who just dropped off your weed order what he's got in those headphones. You know what the answer will be? They're the ones listening to true rock and roll. And that true rock and roll is Liquor Store. Yes, true believers, Liquor Store have returned to save the world. Again. They've been hunkered down since 2013's In the Garden (the finest long playing record made in that year of the lord, by the way), chewing on cigs, killing tall cans and tightening guitar strings, waiting for the right time emerge phoenix-like and let their guitar fire shine like a beacon of light over this world gone to shit…”