I’ve dabbled with Sleater-Kinney’s back-catalog here and there, but have never taken the leap. First and foremost, I fucking love Carrie Brownstein. She is my indie queen and even though I read her book, I have more history on the band than knowledge of their music.
Second, we are moving back to Portland in about a month and to get me back in that Pacific Northwest grungy, punky headspace, I’m listening to the band’s third album from 1997, Dig Me Out.
I’m stoked and anyways, yass….here I go.