r/injuryreserve

curious because I really want to get my bttigtp and self titled vinyl signed, and what’s the merch table like?

I’m thinking about going to the Philly show cuz it’s the closest to me. But they’re performing at a karaoke bar. I’m afraid that you might need to be 21 or older to go but haven’t seen anything about it. Does anyone know if that’s the case.

it was wild, lmk and dm or send one.

trying to make bareicade at the dallas show on Saturday. curious if anyone can provide any insight on how long the lines are. I’m thinking about showing up around an hour before doors but idk if I need more time.

TW: disease, death, sadness... but also, you know the album, so I guess you're fine.

I got hit with Injury Reserve on a random spotify shuffle back in the Floss days. I thought to myself, what a cool group, some great beats, good raps, lots of fun. They became on occasional listen, not really a deep dive but an appreciated part of the everyday playlist.

When this album was released, I was knee deep in my father's cancer treatment. I say knee deep because his disease flooded our family, which so, so luckily was a loving, nurturing one. It sucked the life out of all of us, obviously most of all him. Strongest man on the planet, patriarch in every sense of the word, reduced to practically nothing, and still somehow regressing. And this album came out, and it was weird, and it was not fun, and I understood that, but I also couldn't handle it really. Not the musical style change, not the depths of pain that it communicated. Not the migraine-adjacent sound effects. Probably didn't want to either.

My dad passed almost three years ago now. I went back to the album a few times since, but I don't know, something clicked today. I was listening to it all day, and on the bus home from work, and at home. I've been looping Bye Storm and it's been intense. I don't think I noticed the anchor line before, and oh boy... It's good I got home when I did, I'm way too big to be crying on a bus.

I get it now. The music just sounds like mourning. The sounds sound like trapped pain, like stuck trauma. It's like a thick swamp of an album. Knee-high, occassionally shoulder-deep. It's probably the album that SOUNDS the most like what I FEEL on a bad day. It's both sinking in quicksand and floating with no direction or control. I'm going on and on with dumb metaphors because straight words aren't really capable of describing what this album is, which is why I couldn't get into it then.

So unfortunately, I get it now. And I appreciate it so, so much. And if those guys happen to drop into their own subreddit one day, I wanted to say thanks, because nothing really feels quite like this album, and I think they know, and that's why they made it this way. And to no one in particular, if you got this fair, thank you for reading, and I assume you've felt like this before. So hang tough, reach out, be safe and healthy. You'll cope.

Love you dad. Bye Storm.

[P.S. I've been mixing the name up a lot with "That's How I Got to Memphis", and in a way I kind of like it for all kinds of long-winded reasons. So sorry for fucking up the title, but also not really.]

What a strange opener. I'll start with the fact that Lerado could spit his ass off. His breath control and flow were extremely impressive and he found some incredible pockets that took me a minute to catch onto. It did feel like he was almost fighting with us as an audience. Almost to an uncomfortable degree. He clearly wanted us to be extremely hype (maybe moshing?) but the audience wanted to vibe and analyze his beats and lyrics. I was honestly confused in what he was expecting out of the performance because the beats were super relaxed (some Surf Gang stuff). There's nothing wrong with a chill opener.