Some folks would have you believe that everything is running smoothly, A-OK even, as the globe keeps spinning toward its next mass extinction—one that will almost definitely include us. We’ve got vaccines (though only a third of Chicago has received a shot as of this writing), we’ve got the beginnings of economic recovery (though most $1,400 stimulus checks have gone to silly things like medical debt)—Jesus Christ, are you still complaining? In this, the land of Smucker’s Uncrustables?
It’d be amazing to see Bad Noids tour to support Waiting Around to Die, even given the safety limitations that we’ll have to keep in mind at live shows. Though now that I think of it, lead singer Mike Thrope is notorious for doing things like setting his own hair on fire onstage—does anyone know if open flame prevents COVID transmission? In any event, listening to these quicker-than-quick songs about canceled tours, being stuck inside, and dumb people texting on their cell phones has been a happy option for me over the past year. It beats yelling at unmasked trolls who don’t give a shit for my health or arguing against their goblin-brain rhetoric about protecting society from the tyranny of public-health measures. v
