How My Tuesday Went Down The Rabbit Hole
So Tuesday started normal – woke up late ’cause my damn alarm didn’t go off. Chugged cold coffee while scrolling through new song alerts. Saw Cretin Band’s name pop up three times from different playlists. Figured alright, universe’s telling me something.
Grabbed my busted earbuds – left side’s quieter than a mouse fart – and pulled up their latest album on the streaming app. First track auto-played while I was wrestling with a jammed toaster. Nearly dropped my butter knife when the bass hit. Here’s what happened next:
Track 1: Dusty Boots Blues
Flipped my notebook open to scribble first impressions:
- Opening guitar riff scratched my brain like rusty nails (good way?)
- Lead singer’s voice cracked on high notes – made me wonder if they recorded this hungover
- That harmonica solo around 2:10? Chef’s kiss. Rewound it four times
Realized halfway I’d doodled cowboy boots all over the page. Song just does that to you.
Track 2: Neon Graveyard
Okay this one grabbed me by the collar:
- Drum intro sounds like trash cans rolling downhill
- Lyrics mention a broken jukebox and cheap whiskey – my kinda poetry
- Bass line vibrated right through my kitchen floor
Neighbor banged on the wall twice. Turned it up louder.
Track 3: Highway Smoke
Almost skipped it thinking “slow song ugh”. Big mistake:
- Starts with just acoustic guitar & muffled train sounds
- Builds into this huge… angry campfire singalong?
- Background wails at 3:47 made my dog howl along
Got goosebumps. Forgotten coffee grew a new mold layer by the end.
Walked away thinking:
- Band’s definitely slept on
- Vocals ain’t perfect but that’s the charm
- Might’ve found my new laundry-folding soundtrack
There’s my Tuesday morning. Went in expecting background noise, came out wanting covered wagons and open highways. Cretin Band gets three greasy thumbprints up from me.
