Unwound: The Future of What
Then: There was a time around 2000 of so, when Unwound was on the verge of splitting up, that they were my favorite band. They took Nirvana and Sonic Youth, two of my favorite bands growing up, and made them more noisy, more vicious, and more feedback-laden. Since I didn't know how to properly play guitar, I looked at Justin Trosper's feedback and saw the soul of elegance. It's no surprise that most of my attempts at bands then were Unwound/early Sonic Youth-style washes of sound. I guess that's still kinda what I do, really.
Now: Hm...it's true that on relistening to the record, Unwound has struck a pretty great balance between Nirvana's punkiness and Sonic Youth's noise, but...I dunno. All the songs on The Future of What sort of sound the same, to be honest, and while Justin Trosper could conjure up some absolutely wicked noise with his plexiglass guitar, his lyrics are pretty damn embarrassing, juvenile poetry, which is something I'm fearing I'll be saying a lot during this exercise. As-is, The Future of What could be good in very small doses, but even its meager 30-minute running time was too much.