- If you’re one of the doofuses who thought the Breeders were only a ’90s two-hit wonder, please slap yourself.
AHWHOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, AHWHOOOOOOOOOOOOO. Bum-budda-ba-dum. Bum-budda-ba-dum. “What the fuck is this?” my 15-year-old brain asked. An extremely cool-looking brunette on-screen, making quite a face, looking like she might be wondering the same thing. That bass line instantly sunk a hook into my heart’s lining and started tugging. At the time, my disenchantment with rap’s eternal grimace was growing—Why do white people get all the fucking fun?—and I was primed for this latest Buzz Bin obsession.
I soon enough wore out the Last Splash cassette, and a navy tee of that same design—my go-to for two out of five days of school, usually with corduroys, and always when I was feeling my absolute sauciest. Two decades, a couple hard falls back into and out of love with rap music, and at least a half-dozen copies of Last Splash in various formats later, I still stand as hard as ever on the works of Kimberley Ann and Kelley Deal—the sister act that’s been the core of the Breeders for most of their existence.
The Breeders play Bumbershoot Sunday, 8 pm, at the Fisher Green Stage.