Ratking put me over the edge. I finally stopped believing in New York. It was the first music from there since maybe Blondie that sounded New York only in geography, not in attitude. Of course, when you hear Ka’s fatal, gunfire-choked gasps, you tend to pontificate that the end is near, or SOME end, is near. … Continue reading “Highlighting the Explosion of Vital LA Rock in the Days of the Drought”