It seems that I must continue to belabor the point that there are many, many, many blind spots in my musical perspective. I am constantly in a state of confessing my ignorance of well revered artists, drawing reactions of “what do you mean you’ve never listened to…” Usually, I remind them that I like, just got into the Cure.
The Mountain Goats is one of these bands. Despite however much I’ve heard their name thrown around by tastemakers I respect or listed alongside bands I love, I have looked at their substantial discography and passed on the massive excavation project ahead of me.
But, I’m also a massive wrestling fan. And so when my friend Josh brought the oft-heard refrain that I neeeed to listen to the Mountain Goats, he tied an extra juicy carrot to the end of that string: Beat the Champ, a folk rock album about pro wrestling. And while this sort of project could be played for humor—and there’s plenty of humor to be found—John Darnielle handles the subject with a reverence that only a true wrestling fan can muster.
I’ve spent much of my life trying to fight the idea that the “local” in “local bands” is a polite way of saying “bad.” After all, if they were any good, wouldn’t they have graduated from being local bands, right? We all know the universe unilaterally reward talent with notoriety to a proportional degree, right? Obviously, we know that’s absurd, but the idea persists.



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