Weed Forestin’ (1990)

I have a strange relationship with the lo-fi sound. At first, I have trouble accessing it, the hisses, the songs that sound like pieces of bigger songs, the oftentimes surreal nature of the lyrics. But then I listen again. And again. And I grow to love it.

Weed Forestin’ sounds like it was recorded in a bedroom while the tape machine threatened to eat the tape.

Depending on the version, it’s credited to Sebadoh or Sentridoh, but either way this thing is firmly planted in that early four-track universe — tape hiss, abrupt endings, two-minute sketches, and absolutely no interest in polish. Songs start, sputter, and disappear before you can get comfortable.

But the more I sat with it, the more that quality endeared itself to me.

“New Worship” was the first track that really clicked for me — it starts almost country-tinged before melting into distortion and feedback. That collapse from structure into noise feels deliberate. “Subtle Holy Gift” works in the opposite direction, with harmonies buried so deep under the guitars they feel like secrets. “More Simple” has this tense chord attack where the vocals and guitar almost seem to argue with each other.

That tension between melody and noise is the album’s engine.

“Jealous of Jesus” might be the clearest example — acoustic and vulnerable at first, then slowly dissolving into feedback and studio weirdness. “Perfect Power” ended up being my favorite. It’s the most direct song here, with an actual melody that cuts through the haze. After all the fragmentation, it feels grounded.

“Feeding Evil” leans into something darker and commits to it fully, while “I Can’t See” surprised me with intricate guitar work I didn’t expect from a record this scrappy. “I Believe in Fate” feels closest to a traditional indie rock song — almost like a Sonic Youth demo. And then “Brand New Love” arrives soft and understated and genuinely gorgeous. After all the abrasion, that hook lands even harder.

I wouldn’t say this is a front-to-back love for me. It’s uneven. It can be exhausting. But it’s fascinating.

What makes it compelling isn’t the noise or the melody alone — it’s the push and pull between them. Clarity fighting chaos. Hooks trying to survive inside tape hiss.

Verdict: Good

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