"borrowing the vast energy of positive pus monkey"

your postmodern folkcore saviours -- SEBADOH

your new favourite dopesmoking renaissance threesome -- SEBADOH

Jason Lou and Eric -- three guys who appreciate and simulate the power of modern drone rock - SEBADOH - Jason Eric and Lou

Sebadoh featuring that guy who played bass in Soul Asylum -- LOU BARLOW

another evening of oppressive noodling courtesy of -- SEBADOH

three guys in search of the eternal party -- --SEBADOH

open-chord tuning saviours of alternative rock’n’roll -- --SEBADOH

and now, shattering the barrier between artist and audience, three guys with smiles you can trust -- --SEBADOH

three more reasons to doubt your boyfriend --SEBADOH

an easy love that strokes in circles -- --SEBADOH

just dumb enough to try to control a modish idiot -- --SEBADOH

urging you to openly weep -- Eric Jason and Lou

music to hold hands by --SEBADOH

so bad it’s good --SEBADOH

never hesitating to bite the hand that feeds --SEBADOH -- seb-ay-do

three guys who think it’s much more important if music is heartfelt rather than if the music sounds like shit or not -- --SEBADOH

the east is where the vampires live, the west is where the searchers go

searching for a reason just like you -- ladies and gentlemen the sensitive power of -- SEBADOH

in the tradition of Daniel Johnston, under a cloud of hiss --SEBADOH

it’s not bullshit, it’s -- SEBADOH

soul bare introspection framed with fragile melody --SEBADOH

puffing proudly upon the pot pipe, their poopy diapers stinking, ladies and gentlemen, three guys infected with new faith -- --SEBADOH

mudhoney superchunk mudnhoney superchunk mudhoney superchunk

distinctive songwriters, any beatle wannabe, three guys you want to know -- super show, -SEBADOH

music to give your girlfriend a hard time by -- --SEBADOH

a moment of inept grace courtesy of -- --SEBADOH

three guys who are free to disagree -- --SEBADOH

Eric Jason and Lou

way to go, SEBADOH

unencumbered by structure, masters of melodic atonal free association, three free spirits -- Jason Eric and Lou --SEBADOH

a crystal shining forever moment, courtesy of --SEBADOH

sweet, destructive…. turning musical corners at breakneck speed… music with which to mourn the death of human spirit -- SEBADOH

batting monumental indifference, sadly overlooked as creatively inferior bands are basically treated like geniuses and receive enormous recording budgets, bums up to corporate wastemongers -- SEBADOH

standing proud the test of time…. impulsive in the presence of strangers… three dumpy guys with no fashion sense… shaking hands or sharing feasts, three friendly minstrels who aren’t very friendly --- reinventing folk music -- SEBADOH

jamming where no brain dare to go -- --SEBADOH

boys and girls, as free as the fingers go, a heartfelt drone you should know -- --SEBADOH

Jason Eric and Lou --

the lonely band that mothers -- perhaps smoking pot or drinking beer before setting foot on stage -- it’s … SEBADOH

another hollow proclamation -- courtesy of --SEBADOH

another shallow communication --courtesy of --SEBADOH

mind expanding confusion -- courtesy of -- SEBADOH

staying true to their hardcore roots, rocking against negative boredom, and filling you with dreams of freedom -- SEBADOH

figuratively pissing in your mouth, humiliating and subduing your spirit, exposing every nook and cranny of the human psyche -- way to go, SEBADOH

wallowing in the pissing pig pen of evil, swallowing everyone, reason to ignore it, festering with sex frustration, they don’t use your imagination, they spit it in your face -- ladies and gentleman, --SEBADOH

searching for the lowest common denominator, resorting to tired tales of naughty boy boredom, asking annoying questions and providing  bogus answers, self serving closet fascists, making money from marijuana masturbation, incompetence masquerading as inspiration, inspiration mistaken for true talent, a specter of egocentric behaviour sputtering wildly out of control -- ladies and gentlemen, indierock’s newest unrecognized genius of songwriting sucker punch…  in a minivan for a six week tour -- SEBADOH

making it up as they go along -- SEBADOH

borrowing the vast energy of positive pus monkey, Sebadoh snaps forth with remarkable agility -- nodding solemnly in sad resignation -- three guys who never went to college

-- SEBADOH

taking every opportunity to subtly manipulate your expectations for a moment’s amusement -- becoming suddenly bored at your immature attempt to engage our approval with your typical buttlicking fanboy fervour -- SEBADOH

driving dozens of college age lemmings off the cliff of limited imagination, smashing their soft skulls on the jagged boulders of our bitter sarcasm -- three assholes --SEBADOH

boring you shitless -- yet no one is approaching baldness -- laughing at your shortcomings -- tactlessly wielding destructive honesty to protect themselves from true feeling -- eagerly buttfucking your grandpa -- turning personal vendetta and small minded revenge tactics into eventual cult status - the only man in the world who truly appreciated the genius of the Swans -- LOU BARLOW

rescuing wounded animals and diligently nursing them back to health --and returning them to their woodland homes --SEBADOH [screamed]

putting down everything,

judging all as lame,

but for all their hype as something new,

they play the same old game,

another let down,

another reason to do it yourself,

SEBADOH

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SOOBADOO

SOO-BA-DOO

[from "Show Snippets", released on  the Subpop compilation  Curtis W. Pitts: Subpop Employee of the Month, which Sebadoh apparently used to play before they went onstage at gigs circa 90/91]