The band, not the classic automobile. An automobile which my brother owned as a yoot. That's a story for another time. No, this is about the band Chevelle. I learned to hate them for their pretentious name. Then I heard some of their songs. Sludgy three piece. Actually decent. But then they lost their spine. Last year, year before, who knows. Talent squandered. For ballads. Good luck lads. Hope the spinelessness earns you a hefty check. I'll be waiting for you when you decide to become men again.
