Aug
18

Douglas Martin’s Dirty Shoes: The Semi-Squandered Promise of Grass Widow

You really thought you were going to make it through the rest of the week without Douglas Martin writing about another band from San Francisco, didn’t you? Sorry. There are two scenes in which Grass Widow exist, though they belong to neither. The trio plays knotty, herky-jerky post-punk in a city heralded for their millennial… Continue reading »