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Calling Hours

Have you gone to a hardcore show in the last 15 years. Have you seen a sweatshirt/hoodie/tshirt/long sleeve T with BANE across the chest? If you answered yes to one of those..you likely answered yes to both. There's a reason, they were a good band..and for some reason they ended up being seemingly every hardcore band/fans name check band. I first heard them right before my first (and only) time seeing them..opening for Comeback Kid on October 12, 2008 (googled the show and holy shit, I didn't remember the bill having so many bands, 6, wowzer [seeing them perform has stuck with me since. Great stage presence and their singer is such a big gangly guy who wore a sweatshirt during the whole set, like damn that had to have been hot]). Anyway, I didn't get hooked on Bane the first time I heard them, maybe I wasn't in the right mood..I dunno. But as time went by they kept turning up in the rotation and my enjoyment increased with each listen. All this brings me to 2014, they released Don't Wait Up and broke up. Damn, because Don't Wait Up was a solid album. The vast majority of the album would fall under the HC punk banner. Breakdowns abound and a good varied pace to make the 31 minutes fly by without becoming a blur of one continuous song. Vocals from Aaron Bedard were delivered in his distinct yell that delivers his heartfelt lyrics with such conviction, no cookie monster here. Gang vocals, check. Caling Hours has some nice guest vocals which lends a real family feeling to the song. Wrong Planet is heavy, just heavy (in the lyric book Aaron provides a preamble for this song). Go buy the album and give the lyrics a read.

So yeah, Covered Bridge, amiright? Recently I cracked open a bag of CB Atlantic Canada (Peggy's Cove, Nova Scotia) extra thick cut potato chips with sea salt (Made in New Brunswick). First whiff, home fries..well done (good sign). Thick kettle cooked salty potato slices. How thick and how salty you ask? Well let me tell you. From memory they're similar to Brannigans but not quite as thick and (assuming) cooked for longer (more crunchy). I think that simply naming them 'thick cut' would have been sufficient, extra is a bit of an exaggeration. As I've already eluded to, these chips pack a nice aggressive crunch with about 25%(+/-) of the bag being well done chips. Salty? Why yes they certainly are, I'd say a name revision to 'thick cut potato chips with extra sea salt' may be apropos. Being that these chips are plain and I'm not a crazy person after a dozen or so I broke the dip out. Do they stand up..yeah, of course. I'm not even sure why you felt the need to ask, they're thick kettle cooked chips, with that, aggression ridges are not required for structural stability. But like really, these chips are SALTY. Aggressive without really breaking any new ground.

Stay hydrated,
MARC


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