Audio By Carbonatix
Within the bowels of the ’90s reunion machine, Ohio’s Afghan Whigs are one of those bands you never really expected to be spat out again. Their 1993 LP, Gentlemen, was perhaps a high point, full of tightly wound guitar confessionals and singer Greg Dulli’s tortured lyrical jags, which perfectly mirrored our post-Bush/new-Clinton-era mind-set. Later in the ’90s, there were addiction issues, label woes and an Austin show at Liberty Lunch where Dulli was beaten into a coma. Suddenly, the Whigs’ dark songs took on a very prophetic nature. A decade after going their separate ways in 2001, the quartet has reaffirmed its domestic union and is entertaining a new generation’s angst. Centro-matic open.
