Mannheim HBF

so the bad news is,  in a fit of pique, I asked Chat GPT (nicely) to compose a one-sheet for the new Shit and Shine double album, Mannheim HBF.  The even worse news (yes, even worse than resorting to such tactics) is that the resulting biography is halfway passable and on some levels, superior to the sort of thing being published by what’s left of our weekly coupon-shoppers.  But for fuck’s sake my friends, Craig Clouse did not get to where he is today today by settling for halfway passable and neither should you.  That Shit and Shine’s discography is vast and dizzying is already well established ; what’s not nearly as established are these recordings being specifically dizzying. I don’t know if there’s anyone else in modern music as skilled in waltzing around the periphery of so many disparate idioms (“noise”, being one of the least prominent this time around) and somehow, against all odds, tying ‘em together in the most intricate of knots.  And who doesn’t love knots?



We all have our favorite ways to experience music that’s all-engulfing, but whether your preferred method is thru a stadium sized sound system or ear buds affixed as you’ve leapt off the tallest building in Bastrop, TX (the Jerry Fay Wilhelm Center for the Performing Arts, since you asked), not for the first time, Shit and Shine is entirely appropriate in either instance, possibly every instance. There are moments where I think this is a club record.  The Friars Club, however. 



Far be it from me to provide guidelines for how and when you take in Mannheim HBF.  “No interruptions”, “no distractions” are merely suggestions on the label’s part, though we cannot be held responsible for what happens if you ignore ‘em.   Thank you.