Things We Want: Angine de Poitrine Vol. II, 'This Is Running', And A Left-Handed Golf Bag

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Listen up, you beautiful mutants. Happy Angine de Poitrine Vol. II release day to anyone with a pulse.

These two French-Canadian mad scientists from Quebec finally dropped their much-hyped new album, and it is officially tearing my reality a new blowhole. Imagine Les Claypool arm-wrestling John Philip Sousa inside a washing machine full of xylophones. Add the mechanical whine of a root-canal drill (too soon for me, I know), and that’s the marrow we’re sucking here. They are loop-pedal warlocks. It’s a rhythmic spanking so aggressively joyful it makes my teeth sweat.

Look, we’re all on a quest for wildly imaginative new vibes that set the tone for our weird our shared reality has become. I’m of the opinion that music desperately needs these jagged new textures. Schticks-as-art have always been popular in music (think: Ween, Primus, GWAR), this power-duo is so much more than “atmospheric” indie noise, it’s the exact kinetic sensation of rollerblading half-naked through a Swedish furniture store on a head full of wild-harvested fungi. If you haven’t inhaled their “Mantra-Rock Dada Pythagorean-Cubist Orchestra” KEXP session yet, you’re starving your soul of critical nutrition.

They thrash like animatronic bees with neon mohawks (I have a mental image of mid-tier Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle villan Bebop being a very big fan), and it is physiologically impossible to listen to their new album with violently air-drumming against your will.

It’s weird. It’s wonderful. And it’s easily my favorite internet rabbit hole of 2026. Go stream the new album until these two are billionaires. If you’re a vinyl-head, good luck finding a pressing… They’re going to be like rare-earth minerals.

Angine de Poitrine deserve the yachts. Jeff Bezos-sized ones.

Anyway, before we get into the gear, here is a quick week in review:

March didn’t just kick my ass; it curb-stomped my immune system. My fiancée and I caught some trendy new California respiratory bug—human metapneumovirus, which sounds like a rejected Transformers villain—and it absolutely leveled us. While I was busy being a lethargic puddle, I got clocked by what my endodontist cheerfully described as a “rather large” abscess on my back molar. Cue a brutal root canal retreatment, antibiotics, dealing with an avalanche of spreadsheets, and a gnarly head cold that is now entering its third consecutive week of holding me hostage. If I owe you an email or message right now, thank you for your grace. I’ve tried to still do things and be myself while fighting through it (the world, after all, doesn’t slow down for anyone), but please understand that I spent the last three weeks feeling like a pile of damp laundry. Fingers-crossed, I’m finally turning a page. But the whole saga has turned me into a miserable mess of a human being this month, so I’m really fingers-crossed on better days ahead.
Thanks to Mitsuwa grocery store and the wonderful ramen places of Culver City for keeping me sane with soba noodles for dinner.
Taking a beautiful, brand-new ebike for a spin on Friday afternoon in Santa Monica. More about that here on BroBible soon when the embargo lifts.
Google announced that you can now change your email address, and I talked to the New York Times this past week about setting up—and keeping—the same weird Gmail address that Penn State assigned to me my freshman year, in 2004. Mama, I made it?
My favorite April Fool’s Day stunt was the Weather Channel Retrocast adding a way to be retro 90s Weather Channel again, complete with the smooth jazz. I hope they play some instrumental studio Phish during the local forecast, just like the 90s.
Bob Does Sports casually dropping a golf video with the King, LeBron James. It’s incredible. Everyone in sports media is talking about it because it shows that a disruptive indie media entity can court the biggest names in the world. It’s no surprise if you know Bobby or have worked with him, or have watched his videos. He’s a generational talent. Seeing Robby Berger and the boys chopping it up with a shockingly candid LeBron is the absolute top-of-the-mountain for the YouTube golf empire he’s built. I am tremendously proud of Robby and everything he’s accomplished since our days working closely together here at BroBible. I bought him a camera on Amazon for $95 and told him to go make some videos playing golf with Cold Cuts, and I wrote about those days on Substack a couple months ago. It’s also serving as a profound, mildly panic-inducing mid-life career reality check. Watching a buddy you used to grind in the content trenches with casually trade jokes with King James is a phenomenal way to realize you’ve been professionally treading water. I think about all those comments on Instagram that I used to read of people saying we blew it by not realizing his potential. I guess my interview with Jon Taffer and Warren Haynes were cool.. but also, IDk. Consider this my existential kick-in-the-ass to start aggressively pursuing my own goals in Q2 while I lock in for the wedding and maybe someday earn the capital to buy a house in Southern California. Or at least get out of living in a one-bedroom apartment at age 40. Anyway…
Raziq Rauf writes about running on Substack at Running Sucks and is dropping a massive new hardcover book on April 7th called This Is Running, which sounds absolutely awesome. It’s a beautifully illustrated deep dive into global running culture, exploring everything from the streetwear boom and the insanity of the Barkley Marathons to the Rarámuri tribe running ultramarathons in discarded car tires. He even scored interviews with folks like comedian Laura Green, Nils Arend from The Speed Project, and trail-running legend Dylan Bowman. I can’t wait to read this thing. Go pre-order a copy on Amazon or at your local bookseller so we can get him on the yacht next to the French-Canadian math-punk guys.

Here are a handful of things we want this week.

I’ve been writing too much lately in this column, so I’m going to shake things up. I’ve kinda started to hate the format I’ve fallen into with this column (it’s too longwinded, and that probably comes across as me not respecting your time as a reader), so brevity is my new mantra.

Now that we’re in Q2 of 2026, I’m focused on making this less of a product dump and more of a resource. As always, you can email me at brandon@brobible.com to share thoughts and insights.

Chubbies is all-in on ’70s-style woven shirts like The Thread Head, which retail for $79.50 on Chubbies.com. It’s going to be a woven shirt summer, boys.
Sunday Golf is answering the prayers of southpaws everywhere with the Ryder Lefty, the industry’s first left-handed carry bag, which retails for $249.99 on sundaygolf.com. At first I thought it was an April Fool’s Joke, but it’s very real. It’s going to be a much more comfortable walk on the links for you lefties out there.

I will watch literally anything Matthew Rhys is in, no questions asked. His new Apple TV show Widow’s Bay drops April 29th, and the teaser trailer that just dropped is an absolute must-watch. It’s a New England island horror-comedy directed by Hiro Murai (Atlanta, The Bear) and created by Katie Dippold. Think spooky, superstitious locals, zero cell service, and Rhys playing a cowardly mayor desperately trying to turn a cursed island into a tourist destination. I’m already hooked. Check out the trailer here.
Filson just dropped the hand-crafted Graycloud Camper Knife for an eye-watering $1,299. Honestly, my absolute favorite part of this release wasn’t the 4-inch CPM 154 blade or the handle made from custom-dyed curly maple string-instrument offcuts. It was reading the Reddit comments accusing whoever priced this thing of being higher than the summit of Mount Rainier. Naturally, since it was limited to just 30 pieces, it sold out immediately, proving that there are at least three dozen guys out there with “spontaneous heirloom knife” money burning a hole in their pockets on a random Tuesday who will buy anything Filson releases. I aspire to have that kind of disposable income someday, but let’s be serious, will it ever happen as the publisher of a website called “BroBible” in an era of media when all people want to do is watch YouTube videos?

Nike and LEGO are teaming up on an Air Max 95 “Brick Pixel” dropping this summer for $162. They’re designed with pixelated black textures that look exactly like a mid-build LEGO set, complete with bright pink and gold accents. The only real tragedy here is that they are a kids-exclusive, meaning my dreams of wearing these to the grocery store have been thoroughly crushed.

Bruce Hornsby just dropped a wild new album called Indigo Park, and it features a genuinely haunting vocal from the late Bob Weir that might just be his final recorded performance. As if that wasn’t enough, Hornsby casually throws Bonnie Raitt and Vampire Weekend’s Ezra Koenig into the mix for good measure. It’s a cerebral, wonderfully weird, 12-string-heavy trip, and the absolute perfect soundtrack to cap off a long week.