GMP Kicks off our new series on the Red Hot Chili Peppers because Nik is a sadist and Keefy grew up worshiping Flea. We start with the RHCP origin story and their debut album. Join us for a lot of laughs, and some good music talk.
GMP Kicks off our new series on the Red Hot Chili Peppers because Nik is a sadist and Keefy grew up worshiping Flea. We start with the RHCP origin story and their debut album. Join us for a lot of laughs, and some good music talk.
GMP Kicks off our new series on the Red Hot Chili Peppers because Nik is a sadist and Keefy grew up worshiping Flea. We start with the RHCP origin story and their debut album. Join us for a lot of laughs, and some good music talk.
The first time I saw Between the Buried and Me live was at The Gramercy Theatre in New York City, during a tour for their then-newly released Colors (Victory Records) album; it was a pivotal period for the group who had, at that time, seen a series of lineup changes in short order. Five drummers, four guitarists, and three bassists later, the band was shaping their sound to dull the edges from the ever-aggressive Silent Circus (Victory Records) and Alaska (Victory Records) albums to an arguably more technically complex, albeit at times mellower, Jazzy era that would set the tone for the rest of their musical trajectory as we know it today. Continue reading