Forgotten Music: Harvey Milk

Harvey Milk learned to swim, grow legs, breath on land, and then walk out of the cesspool so you could “run.” Too weird to be categorized, most of their work was imitated across genres of heavy music and played for years to follow. Littered with massive contrasts of avalanche sludge and uncomfortable silence stretched over 9 minutes at minimum, this band growled its way into existence with a sound and structure that will never exist again.

When your favorite metal band made it big or released their magnum opus, these hoodlums were likely drinking PBR tall boys in a two bedroom apartment with ZZ Top blaring from the far room. And they knew they were better than you favorite metal band,

and so did you.