“If rock bands are tight nuclear families, bass players perfectly embody flippant, middle-kid disregard. Check the bassist as a perennial Jan Brady: habitually overlooked, occasionally neglected, and usually crouched humbly behind a black Marshall stack, looking bored and/or distracted while Howling Singer and Shredding Guitarist blindly lick up every last glory-filled puddle of sweaty, lustful ado”
