Label: Pelligrant
Year: 1995
Not sure how far out of the Southeastern United States that this band got, but for those of us spending too much time haunting local basements to see and hear whatever bands passed through town in the Southeastern United States, Tired From Now On was a "must see" band. At least to me anyway. They were from the super fertile (like your mom) Gainesville, Florida scene that was, at the time, running hot on No Idea and Toybox Records juice, churning out band after band after band. The thing that was cool about Tired From Now On was that they didn't fit into the either of the two prevailing Gainesville camps; the mosh metal camp or the earnest melodic hardcore camp (thought the members were drawn from some of those campsites; Clarimel, Bombshell, Vanbuilderass, Scrog [fucking Scrog!], I Hate Myself, Culture, As Friends Rust, Strikeforce Diablo, Asshole Parade, and Floor [fucking Floor!]). They existed in this murky, dark, posthardcore world of their own that was noisy and sort of strange. The songs came out as pulsating waves of grimy guitar, which appealed to me as someone who errs on the side of grime nine times out of ten. In retrospect they aren't "that" wild and crazy, but at the time they were doing something that didn't sound like anyone else stinking up your buddy's low-ceiling basement. Have to respect that.