• Catheters

I’ve been getting a bizarre kick out of revisiting my musical tastes circa 2002/2003 for my contributions to the 12 O’Clock Track. I was knee-deep in my formative years at the time—bumbling through an undergrad degree and no less than two bands—and the era’s strain of rowdy trucker-hat rock ‘n’ roll spoke directly to my slovenly sensibilities and immutable need to smoke cigarettes. (I’ve already reminisced about Rye Coalition and Pleasure Forever, for instance.)