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.