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Children Shouldn't Play With Guns

I was recently at Into the Music in Winnipeg par-oozing the punk/hardcore section (a mix of new and used) and I found an interesting looking LP. The cover looked like a christian rock album from the 70's, the band "Christ On A Crutch" and album title "Shit Edge and Other Songs For The Young and Sentimental". Upon closer inspection this turned out to be a double LP with the second album being "Spread Your Filth The Doughnut and Bourbon Years". Since I had never heard of Christ on a Crutch before, I figured it would be a good time to introduce myself to this (assumed) punk? band..after all it was only $12 (score!?). This past weekend the daughter and I were having lunch so I figured I'd throw on some music, and heck, why not make it music that neither of us had ever heard (at least I'm pretty sure she hadn't listened to Christ on a Crutch before..but who knows..right?). I had no real expectations for this album (I avoided researching anything to do with the band) and was pleasantly surprised when it turned out to be quite alright. The A side of Spread Your Filth opens with a nice Mr. Rogers clip then goes into a groovy bassline finally culminating with a nice 80's hardcore punk ditty (I'd say east coast DC..ish). Throughout this fantastic hardcore album there is an underlying almost grooveish element..this is very much due to the lively bass playing. Lyrics are fantastically posi-angry (that said I haven't read all of them, just a few songs here and there). After listening to side A of Spread Your Filth I did a little googling, turns out they were a mid 80's to early 90's band that began in Washington DC then later reformed with a couple guys from Tri-Cities and moved to Seattle. The bass player went on to be in some fairly notable bands. If you want to know more google it. Check em out, good shit.

A while ago I saw that the Super Thrifty Drugstore in town was starting to carry UK import foods..including chips. This was more than enough reason to make my way there this past summer and snatch up a bunch of Tayto "BIG" (I'm not sure if this is sarcasm or if europeans really don't consume large bags of chips, can someone please clarify this labeling for me?) 37.5g bags of various flavours of chips. In my haul I grabbed a few bags of Wuster Sauce flavour potato crisps. I was quite excited to taste a different brand's take on worcester/worcestershire/etc. (up to this point I had only tried Walkers). Crinkle, peel, peer whiff crunch. Nom. These chips smell like deep fried potato slices with a hint of vinegar. When tongue meets chips it's greeted with a tangy sweet flavour..with a definite sharpness to the tang. These chips deliver on their namesake with a "wurster" sauce tartness. The actual chips are lays-esque if not slightly more dense. My only gripe is with the bag size..I wish it was closer to the 100g mark, typical North American amiright. Tayto's Wurster Sauce flavour potato crisps aren't an overly aggressive chip, just very enjoyable.

Stay hydrated,
Marc

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