Twenty-eight years since that first tape of seven songs recorded by a heartbroken man in Seattle, Dave Grohl has built the last great American rock institution. Not with pyrotechnics or mystique, but with the kind of head-down, grinning work ethic that would make Tom Petty tip his hat. Let’s rewind to the golden age of independent music blogs: Said the Gramophone, Stereogum’s early days, Aquarium Drunkard. What were we writing about? The Strokes. The White Stripes. Arcade Fire. Bands with intentional mystique.
And yet, the chorus still explodes. Because that’s the deal with this band: Why They Matter (Still) In an era of playlist skips and algorithm anxiety, the Foo Fighters remain a full-album, full-volume, full-commitment band. They are the anti-mystique. You don't need to decode them. You just need to turn it up. foo fighters blogspot
Vinyl Tap & Static Rewind Post Title: The Comfort of the Crunch: Why the Foo Fighters Are the Last True Rock Everymen Twenty-eight years since that first tape of seven
The new album—written after Taylor’s death—is the first Foo record that isn't "fun." "The Glass" sounds like a man talking to a ghost. "Rescued" asks, "Are you feeling like a burden?" It’s the sound of every late-night, broken-heart post we typed in Arial font at 2:00 AM. What were we writing about