Review / 200 Words Or Less
Fried Egg
Back and Forth 7”

Beach Impediment (2017) Nathan G. O'Brien

Fried Egg – Back and Forth 7” cover artwork
Fried Egg – Back and Forth 7” — Beach Impediment, 2017

Fried Egg is hardcore punk band from Central Virginia. They rule. But that’s not important. What’s important is that I can’t possibly listen to a band named Fried Egg without thinking about, well, not just fried eggs, but all types of prepared eggs. I eat a ton of eggs – fried hard, over-easy, sunny side up, scrambled, hard-boiled, poached, deviled, etc. I even had one of those “naked egg tacos” from Taco Bell, where they employ innovative techniques like using a fried egg as taco shell. (Just kidding, that’s a total lie. I haven’t had anything from Taco Bell since what is commonly referred to by those in attendance as “The Black Tar Incident” back in ‘04.) But you know what I’ve never had? A scotch egg. I feel like an idiot admitting this, but truth is I didn’t even know what a scotch egg was until a few days ago. On the off-chance that you, the reader, might not know what a scotch egg is that I feel like I should really quickly tell you. And even if you do already know, it’s worth revisiting just for the sake of sheer absurdity if anything. So here it is: A scotch egg is a hard-boiled egg wrapped in sausage meat, covered in bread crumbs, and then deep-fried. Are. You. Kidding. Me? 

Fried Egg – Back and Forth 7” cover artwork
Fried Egg – Back and Forth 7” — Beach Impediment, 2017

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