feeble little addict —

by D.A. Grim — Analog Cabin

The surreal experience known as feeble little horse may

have already caught your attention—with the effortlessly

hooky lead vocals of their bassist, Lydia Slocum. It could

have been the dynamic textures of guitarist’s Sebastian

Kinsler and Ryan Walchonski—layered tastefully into

clever riffs that I could only attempt to put into words. Or

the adaptable drum stylings of Jake Kelley that drive the

band’s sonic pilgrimage.

Unfortunately Ryan [founder of Aunt Katrina] has left

feeble, though we should trust that they’ve been left in

good hands with those of, Rob Potesta, guitarist and

newest addition to the band. (edit: I’ve seen Rob with

them [not in person yet] and he rips, so glad. I caught a

YT vid… Can’t wait for them to come pop up in D.C and

play their new banger, about “shopping.”)

I saw a video of them playing a set in a hot and sweaty

basement; apparently it was a secret show: @oliverv4828

informed the comment section, “Band members posted on

their insta a secret basement show was happening and that

you'd have to show up at a location and follow the trail of

clues to get to the house.” I never thought I would want to

live in Pittsburgh… but that makes me wish I grew up

there.

The first thing that comes to mind when I think of the

Pittsburgh based band is originality. When I first

discovered them a couple years ago I quickly became

captivated by their raw approach and bizarre-casual

aesthetic, meanwhile the music was sinking into regions

of my brain that I had never even thought to use. I read a

comment somewhere that said something like, “feeble

little horse scratches a musical itch that I didn’t even know

I had.” And I felt that…

The band has its own—is its own subculture. Their live

show seemed to have the most absurdly chill vibes of any

I’d seen:

Catchy vocals felted in fuzzy guitars, otherworldly

combinations of riffs and tones and drums, and Seb

casually asking the crowd (of maybe 100 people, at a mid-

day matinee the day before easter—true story) about

Trader Joe’s and their sandwiches. (The whole room

bonded over the outrageous price of a sandwich from a

grocery store. Seb’s cool asf.)

The DIY, house-show vibes of feeble little horse go

hand in hand with the unrelenting creative force that lives

within the project. I’m always eager to see what they’ll

come up with next (and from what I’ve heard recently,

they’ll soon be adding more earworms to their addictive

discography.

*Also, worth mentioning — in Three Novelettes, I

described the voice of one of the characters as “a feeble

little horse in a warm blanket” as a placeholder, and it

stuck. So, yeah, s/o , again. Okay, that’s all… Bye.*

By D.A. Grim

Originally published in the Grimoire zine

— October 2025