This past weekend I was in Williamsburg with my friend Lily spreading some Discosalt love and we happened upon some of the acts turning out into the streets as a part of Make Music New York. Bedford Avenue was a myriad of up-and-coming bands and some more well known local bands that for one day could plug in and belt passionates on the curb and not get arrested for it. One band in particular stood out and I had to stay and watch – like something to the affect of a car wreck – even before they plugged in their gear. Now this could possibly have been because one of the 2 members of the band was dressed like a testicle . The Jugger-nut duo lays down intense and often comical lyrics about partying, beer, drugs, and sex over very raw, drum-machiney, electronicy textures. But it’s NUT the same old drugs, sex and rock n roll. Well, ok. So there is a track on the album (Down But Nut Out) called Cockroaches in My Cocaine. I have to admit I am a sucker for vein and witty lyrics

Check Jugger-nut out – particularly the track A Woman’s Ass – A rare and epic dissertation of truth in an age of music full of bullsh*t.