I haven't followed Modest Mouse too much for a few years now, though I certainly considered them one of my favorites for a spell. But one thing I always thought went kind of under the radar was Isaac Brock's white trash poetry. He doesn't make things too pretty, but goddamn that man can say things relatable.

Lonesome Crowded, Building Nothing Out of Something, & The Fruit That Ate Itself are my all-timers. But I love lo-fi forever.

The Fruit That Ate Itself deserves a mention.

Couldn't you stop with Bill Murray? They wore red hats together, 'member?

I'd rather watch George Lopez. This sounds like a bunch of junk.