It’s the magic equation of the growth of the stache, a return to grunge rock and a the whole fixed gear bike gang takeover that spurred the rebirth the flannel, crewneck sweatshirt, greasy hair look. To be honest, I couldn’t be happier. It’s like Kurt Cobain’s thousands of illegitimate spawn came out of the Northwest, grew mustaches, then gave birth to the Black Keys. It’s the look that inspires the “cool guy?” or “homeless?” game. It’s like being in the sweaty mess of the front row of a concert with double headliners Pearl Jam and Alice In Chains, and then the special guest turns out to be Nirvana. It’s the return of the working class look. And thanks to the ladies’ love for filthy rockers and the Hoff’s advocation of man hair, the look trickled down from the flannel-loving Northwest to infiltrate the southern states with a mess of PBR cans, plain tees and grunge cardigans. The culprit of this style leak is still at large, combing his mustache, hiding behind his stringy locks. If you see him, give him a big hug from me, but bathe immediately after.