There’s certainly a hint of Seattle’s early 90s past dug deep within the core of Naomi Punk’s song “I’m Already Dead.” A way that the discordant riffs play with the edge of extreme only to pull back in to simple rock ‘n’ roll twang. It has have mostly to do with the drop, the hallowed burst of noise that shakes the listener in to fervent elbow shaking, the sweat flying from the brow. The way the drums explode outwards, the vocals tip in to a pained holler. The heavy chug of the guitars. And then, the sweet, sweet release of gentle guitar and a distant voice.
You can almost smell the flannel.