Combat! blog’s cross-national odyssey continues today, as Aaron Galbraith and I hurtle across the alkali flats of Illinois en route to the alkali fats of Des Moines. There will be no blog. There will be only gas stations and maybe a stop at George’s in Iowa City. In the meantime, why don’t you think about the slough of sweet bands I saw at Pitchfork this weekend, including Ty Segall, Iceage, A$AP Rocky, Oneohtrix Point Never, The Men—pretty much everyone I reviewed this year. Don’t think about how many people threw up.
I hope you meant slew, because I’m kind of grossed out thinking about their slough.