May 31, 2017

I’m writing this review on the anniversary of the death of Kurt Cobain: one of this century’s most missed and renowned rock’n’roll figures who needs no introduction. Fast forward some twenty-plus years: punk has never been more relevant and while the mighty KC assured us that it was dead and gone, we can now only say that about him for sure. Marriage Material have unwittingly perfected the grunge rock formula with ease that only comes from years of involvement in their previous and current endeavors (Spokenest, Summer Vacation, Ah Fuck, Pinned In Place, Golden Beat studios, et cetera.) A saucy experiment of Sleater-Kinney and Pavement soaked in Bleach gone terribly right. Alas, grunge effectively ate itself and subsequently became a retro clothing style which was mostly due to disillusionment and greed. Marriage Material stand to gain nothing from playing this sort of noise except to make some stereo speakers rattle and some bodies sway to the beat. “Got no reason to get up. Got no reason to stay asleep.” Fuck, man. Same. –Juan Espinosa (Self-released,