I didn't rally much around boozy bands during college. My head was usually up in cloudier landscapes. And yet, I always had heart for Silkworm. Still do, especially since a lot of '90s indie rock has a sad habit of wilting before my adult ears. There's no Springsteen-aping celebration of wild, fleeting, beer-soaked youth here. Just drunk drunkenness that staggers around stage, threatening to fall down and not get up. Well, maybe there actually is something a little poetic about that.Silkworm - Drunk
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