The Elevator Drops: Catastrophe
Ah, the Elevator Drops. Where to begin. The band that should have been megastars. The Faint before The Faint existed. Epic rock, new wave, 80’s metal, all in one. My friends. I just saw Josh at SXSW. He’s just produced or engineered the new Devo album. And they just did a reunion.
1999. The Drops had moved to LA to make it big. But Dave had fallen in love. We all met up at SXSW with them frayed and dispirited. The rumors of the events still circulate. Industry shows at the Viper room cancelled, with every A&R man in attendence. $600k publishing contracts. A van that always broke down. What is truth, what is fiction? Who knows.
I do know their last show, until the reunion, was at SXSW, at what I now am pretty sure was Red7 (though I’m not sure), and there was at least 3 members of Parliament there.
This song was from the mythical, unreleased third album. It was their best song, I believed then, and I still do.
The band broke up at that south by, thus making this a fitting first post after south by. I drove Dave home to New England, the rest of the band headed back to LA, eventually becoming the backing band of the Rentals, etc. There’s too much to say, I could write a book, but… fuck it. The song is still awesome.
