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This band is good. Real good. And real underrated.

But nowhere close to the greatness that was Christie Front Drive.

Antarctica - 81:03 (Disc 1) (Disc 2). AKA Music. Bargain bin.

It Was Either Sweat or Get Drunk

Heather picked me up. She didn't want to go alone.

The show was hot. So I made my way across the street.

I don't remember the name of the bar. I don't think I ever learned it. Nothing to remember.

The sign outside. Advertising Hurricane forties.

I sat down. Inquired if I could sit at the bar with a forty. Take out only.

A twelve ounce bottle of Colt 45 would have to do. With a shot of tequila.

The bartender was friendly. The ambiance. Not what I was used to. Framed photographs of Martin Luther King. Junior. Of Malcolm X.

The jukebox. Motown. Soul. I put my money in.

I spent a couple of hours in there. People from the show. Coming in and out. Heather would check on me. Occasionally. I was fine.

Colt 45. Tequila. Repeat.

Two minutes of Franklin.

Franklin - Building in A and E. AKA Music. Used.

This Is One of Those Bands

There are very few bands. Or albums. Or singles. That I don't have something to say.

This is one of those few bands.

I knew of them as the post-Christie Front Drive band. I would casually look for them. As they crossed my mind. Which was sporadically.

A few years ago. I was in Spaceboy. The Zipperhead location.

So many Zipperhead references.

There is a good chance I was looking for A Certain Ratio albums. Antarctica caught my eye.

I told myself I had been looking for them for years. There is some truth to that.

I bought it.

Now I've said something.

Antarctica - 23:03. Purchased at Spaceboy. For Uriah.