The Weed Slam

Pitchblende signaled the onset of an art-punk explosion in Washington D.C. and this EP was a powerful primer to the sound. Sonic modulation, guitar interplay and improvisation, nontraditional song structure, and stream of consciousness lyrical output from a man whose Driver’s License proves his name really is Treiops Treyfid only touch the tip of this complex iceberg.

Critically acclaimed and sorely missed, Eggs and Pitchblende were at the forefront of a wave of early 90s indie bands that played as much with their hearts as they did with their brains. Precursors to the smart-pop and math-rock aesthetes, respectively, this record still bestows an aura of simplicity, honesty, and dedication to the idea that good ideas were meant to be fucked with