The Cravats: In Toytown
Weirdoes seem more pervasive in secluded areas. Yeah, bums you’ll encounter in major cities, roving in crews and drinking in your favorite park are gonna be way more nutty than bucolic people. But the seclusion that out of the way places offer up works as a sort of crock pot, simmering the craziness until it reaches a perfect balance of outsidery goodness and insular intellect. There’re probably hundreds of bands that never got to put down tracks for a record – and there might be a ‘punk’ band of the snotty, not the garagey variety, that predates anything that ‘scholars’ have been able to hunt down.
