Austin: The Good, The Bad & The Queen


We strolled around the Levi's/FADER Fort for a few days acting like we owned it, skipping to and fro, sky-fiving and pouring punch over our heads like it was Daytona Beach circa 1986. And then Paul Simonon showed up and glared lazerholes through our skulls so we got back to work. The thing about
The Good, The Bad & The Queen though is not that they're intimidating, imposing or overly serious, it's that they're all together right in front of you playing these loosey-goosey apocalyptic rockers, not giving two fucks whether you think they should be playing something they're not. That they get up there with the ability and legacy of devastation and play somber dub laments that occasionally break into pounding squalls is what makes them fascinating and ultimately more fun to watch and listen to, and it appeared to us that the shoulder-to-shoulder peace sign throwing crowd agreed. It would have been perfectly acceptable if they'd Blurvefroclashed all over the place and it would also have been boring, predictable and kinda weird to see these gracefully aging legends not doing what made them cool in the first place, which is doing whatever they want.














Austin: The Good, The Bad & The Queen