This will be an ongoing series of posts dedicated specifically to the music that gets us pumped to run. Obviously, more so than anywhere else on here, this will be the most subjective section. What works for us, may be way off the mark for others, but all the same, music is an important aspect of life we can often count on to get us in the right frame of mind to take on the miles ahead.
In the process we might convert a few new fans to stuff you may not be aware of (or just forgot about). I know Vincent has a grab bag of goodies that will have you guessing as to their country of origin and native tongue. Or we might send you into a full-bodied convulsion fleeing towards the nearest fire escape with hands firmly planted over your precious assaulted aural anatomy. If nothing else, we've succeeded in what we promised to do: introduce music that makes you, for better or worse, want to run.
Final disclaimer: I grew up firmly planted in a freshly tilled bed of punk rock/post-punk soil. Though I have embraced a much broader palette of musical paints as I've aged, many of the portraits I paint now are reminiscent of those same fertile fields I wandered through as a wee lad, which still evoke a similar elation. To this day, for me, there's really nothing quite like the rumbling guitars that invite the monstrous swell of visceral energy that sends your heart into a frenzy trying to punch its way out of your chest in the opening seconds of Minor Threat's Filler on a warm spring afternoon. Ah, this post wasn't meant to wax nostalgic on the issue of music, but what the hell, there it is.
First up: The dB's Black & White...
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