I'll never forget the first time I listened to The Dillinger Escape Plan. Some friends were coming into town to visit for a long weekend, and I had a couple hours to kill before their bus got in. As I wandered around a Borders (remember those?) in the Chicago loop, I found a book to read and decided to buy a CD as well (remember THOSE?). I had never listened to DEP, but I knew them by reputation, and so when I saw
Miss Machine on the shelf, I decided "why the hell not?" and picked it up. As soon as I got to the el, I ripped the cellophane off and threw the disc into my bright blue Sony Walkman (remember TH... ok I'll stop). Forty minutes later, I woke up from a thorough, bruising audio beating.
Miss Machine was like nothing I had ever heard.
