Get out your broom ’cause we’re busting through the dust bunnies today with Flashion Backward, a feature that’s the spiritual cousin of Flashion Forward. Here, we rifle through our treasure trove of interviews to fish out a vintage gem–the better to explore the strange vortex in which fashion and musicians meet. Ah, spring cleaning; what gleaming, fresh gem have you wrought today?
The Dirtbombs are old-timey (they’ve been playing together for 15 years) Motor City rockers known and loved for seamlessly blending a motley crew of sounds, from punk to glam rock to soul. They’ve got a changing cast of characters (a who’s who of scene rock, from Jim Diamond to Ko Melina) and know how to shock the hell out of cynical music critics.
And really, these guys are about as chill as you can get (how many aggressively scruff-ified bands would include what appears to be the world’s most adorable and Lilliputian stuffed animal in a publicity shot)? Also, it must be noted that their current diverse lineup (ethnicities, hair colors, various gradations of facial hair cultivation, wildly divergent degrees of fashion flair and genders) are all equally represented. It’s a breath of fresh air in the all-too-often boring ass black and white world of music. Just don’t call their music garage rock, mkay?
And while I’m confident the ’Bombs haven’t let all of their snazzy success go their heads, they do seem to garner an unusual degree of joy in pretending they’re the Second Coming. (To be fair, blondie does kinda look like J.C.). Check out their debate over the merits of the various Commandments, and which one they’d 86 if, you know, they were God.
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