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Boulder Canyon Malt Vinegar & Sea Salt hand made style potato chips. Hand made style? The packaging for the chips makes me think that they're going for a more natural 'healthy' feel, so...that's something. When I opened the bag and took a whiff..well, lets just say that they're  not very fragrant. I popped a kettle cooked seasoned potato slice into my mouth and was met with a nice crunch, the chips are kettle cooked but not overly greasy. The seasoning is somewhat light but, you know, they're still pretty good. There is a hint of sweetness to the chips, might be in the potato but likely that's a result of the malt vinegar flavour. The vinegar flavour is in the background, however, it is definitely present. I'd categorize these chips as being a pretty good light chip..not light as in healthy, but light as in..you know, light. Boulder Canyon Malt Vinegar & Sea Salt are nice for when you want to just down a bag of chips and try to trick yourself into thinking that you didn't just polish off another day of your life. Hippies, hah.

The resurgence of flexi discs is crazy, not as crazy as tapes but still. I guess it's just a nice cheap way to get some physical music out there so I can't crap on it too badly, it's just a pretty inconvenient medium. Anyway, last year I ordered the Top Bunk and Science Police 7"s from Bloated Kat. When the order came in I found that they threw in the Science Police/Jabber split (2 sided) flexi (for free [nice looking little white square of plastic]). Anyway, I had previously heard of Jabber however never really checked them out. Lo and behold, Jabber's a fantastic pop punk band. Melodic female vocals sung with plenty-o-harmony (the odd testosterone harmony/backup is thrown in there). Distorted guitars with the odd playful pop punk lead. Bubblegum is on the tip of my tongue when describing this gem of a band. I wouldn't be surprised to hear they were playing with the Unlovables. The music's just so bright and sunny (even thought some of the lyrics veer into heartbreak territory) it almost makes you forget that you just polished off a day of your life with a bag of chips.

Stay hydrated,
Marc

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