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This past winter homie and his (then) fiance took a little trip to India/(and Southeast Asia?). I believe they went there to pick me up a bag of Lays India's Magic Masala chips, but they also did other non chip related activities. Since they don't live near me it took a minute to get the bag into my possession..but finally last month I got em in my grubby little hands. I was actually pretty excited to try 'em, I dig me some East Indian food. Tonight as I tore open the bag and a breeze of formerly trapped air escaped to tantalize my nostrils I was greeted with a somewhat familiar scent...these chips smell very similar to Mexican Chili which honestly didn't raise my level of excitement. Since scent is just the tip of the iceberg I paid little attention and tossed one of these little thangs in my mouth. The chip is very much like a (slightly more dense) Ruffles (small ridges on a medium weight chip). The flavouring, which is fairly well distributed throughout the chips, is chili powder with a hint of a lil something something that I can't quite put my finger on (it's some sort of very well done, but not burnt, smokey barbecue flavour lingering in the background). The small ridges provide a passive crunch which is quite enjoyable (these chips would hold up to dip fairly well). For some odd reason the average diameter of the chips seems to be smaller than the average North American chip, I kind of like it. All in all, these have a nice heat and are in the same family as Mexican Chili but provide a more interesting (better) flavour. Tasty in a small bag..a large bag might wear out it's welcome.



Since I don't live or venture to India often (or ever at this point in my life) it makes it somewhat difficult (expensive) to grab myself another bag of India's Magic Masala chips (though there has to be some sort of store around here that imports Indian chips..I'll have to check up on that).  Luckily music in this day and age is far more accessible than chips. Take Boner City for instance. This past April I was wandering around Bandcamp and I stumbled accross their name. Obviously a name like Boner City made me chuckle so I had to check them out. I assumed it was going to be absolute garbage and was pleasantly surprised when I started listening to this fantastic garage punk-n-roll (with a hint of surf) band from Louisville, Kentucky. I enjoy physical media, but I also appreciate how the digital age has given me the opportunity to stumble across bands that will never tour through Manitoba and will likely never receive any media coverage/exposure in Canada (mainstream or other). Bouncy uptempo rock, these three individuals all contribute vocals and quite enjoyable (if somewhat imperfect) harmonies. The production is a little rough without sounding shitty. Their album Kentucky is pay what you want on bandcamp but I recommend tossing a few shekels their way, it's good shit.

Stay hydrated,
Marc

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