Indie rock can be tough, especially for the veterans. In Rick Froberg’s case, it’s gotta be down right stressful at times. Because, for those of you who don’t know, Froberg’s fronted two of the most beguiling underground acts of the last 15 years, and for those really in the know, you may be aware that he’s a San Diego punk scene icon. First making a blip on the radar with Pitchfork, he really started bending minds with his second group, Drive Like Jehu, which took the angularity of Fugazi’s post-hardcore and successfully melded it with paranoid prog-rock. Next was Hot Snakes, which dropped the prog, and went for the jugular clutch, reveling in punked-up psychedelia and defiant eccentricity. For those lucky ones who latched onto Froberg’s wavelength, they’ve been treated to a boatload of righteous weirdness and anti-stardom. Not one for collecting accolades, Froberg’s continuously shrouded himself behind monikers like Rik Furr and Eric Froberg. Continue Reading