You may know Chicago drummer William Covert as one-half of the semi-defunct instrumental math rock duo Space Blood. In the band’s halcyon days they pounded shots of their own signature green Malort, wore masks that only an alien mother could love, and performed all over the world spreading their fucked-up gospel. This past March, tens of fans flocked to the band’s living funeral—a raucous affair at Quencher’s saloon complete with blow-up dolls, inflatable aliens, and of course, Malort. But forget […]