5 hours later. :3
Someone reppin #trophyscars at #deathwishfest in #Cambridge. (at Middle East Downstairs)
Holy Vacants - Trophy Scars
Trophy Scars, “Botanicas”
Trophy Scars - Holy Vacants
Clear w/blue & black marble, /750 (1st press)
We’re free from the devil and free from your God
But we’re stuck here in limbo forever forgot
And we may look young but our souls still grow old,
Tired of the stories and the books we both wrote
And it goes on and on, angels will forever sing this song:
“You are not alone, you are not alone.”
Speak Into My Good Eye has somehow never managed to make mention of Morristown, New Jersey quartet Trophy Scars in all our years, and that is totally our fuckin’ bad as indicated by their genre-defying conceptual releases, and wealth of supporters.
As the long, strange night raged onward, I was introduced to Trophy Scars front man and narrative driving force Jerry Jones wherein we broke into a natural dialogue about contemporary guitar gods (Annie Clark, David Longstreth), and the fall and rise of “post” scenes. Lighting up two American Spirits and embracing the PBR induced dialogue, here’s the unedited conversation between us with a little sprinkle of Christine Feola in for good measure.