- New Belgium’s Clutch beer
Philip Montoro, Reader music editor
Anaal Nathrakh, The Codex Necro On its 2001 debut, this UK duo plays a hybrid of black and industrial metal that sounds like a man being turned inside-out by a lawn mower. I bought the album this summer, after a commenter on an Invisible Oranges post titled "In Praise of Disgust" described it by saying it "makes me feel like I'm both covered in filth and also going completely insane."
Clutch Because Clutch can act as a lady repellent, I've taken to hiding my enthusiasm behind a cowardly qualifier—they've become "my favorite white-guys-with-cargo-shorts-and-sandals band." But I'm not ashamed of loving what they do with bluesy southern boogie, dirty swamp metal, and paranoid math rock, and lately I've been aggravating my girlfriend with the recent reissue of 2004's Blast Tyrant—especially the hellfire swagger of "Profits of Doom." I've also picked up a bottle of New Belgium's Clutch beer, which I'm saving for an occasion.
Professor Longhair, "Big Chief" Earl King's classic R&B number about Mardi Gras Indians is now a ubiquitous New Orleans parade song, but the definitive version is this 1964 single, arranged by soul hit maker Wardell Quezergue (known as "the Creole Beethoven"), who died last month at 81. I'll never get tired of the Professor's jaunty whistled melody, or the way the drummer flogs the shit out of an exuberant volley of rim shots on his big fills. If this doesn't make you want to dance down the middle of the street in the most outrageous outfit you own, something went terribly wrong earlier in your life.