The third LP from THE SLOW DEATH from Minneapolis sees just as much booze-soaked heartbreak and distant hope as “Born Ugly Got Worse” and “No Heaven”. The record is a perfect mix of angst and aggression with the subtle emotion and melody that make these miscreants so damn catchy and lovable.. Think Stiff Little Fingers meet Negative Approach. Or Lemmy meets The Lemonheads. Listen below.
After several unsuccessful attempts at mining alpacas for wool and chickening out of bank robberies a young Jesse Swan Thorson thought he could make himself rich at playing music. He had no idea how wrong he was. Boasting drunkenly at a dive bar in Fargo, ND he convinced some local half-wits to form a band and Pretty Boy Thorson was born. Stringing together music ripped off from Merle Haggard songs and misunderstood bible quotes, Pretty Boy Thorson managed to write and record several records. They embarked on many tours which were merely a thinly veiled excuse to search for Curly’s gold after misunderstanding a late 80’s Billy Crystal movie. Building what few people would call a ‘huge following’ by trading tapes advertised in Soldier of Fortune magazine the band skyrocketed to mediocrity. Quickly tiring of Mr. Thorson’s deranged antics members of the band fled to opposite coasts of the United States. Realizing he was too lazy to continue on his own, Jesse along with life partner David Strait recruited punk legend Jonny C from the critically acclaimed Rest of Us (Tampa, FL) and a guy named Mike from some bullshit band called The Ergs, they changed their name to The Slow Death to stop running from the obvious. They are now considering touring with top bands and maybe getting a haircut.
Photo by Patrick Houdek
