The soundtrack to yer soul’s inner torment, courtesy of Estrus: Moody fuzzy scuzzbagged feedbacked rock, like a dirty needle wrapped up in a brand new box.
Boulder’s version of The Queers. Songs for Cruising is filled with “whoa-a-oh-ohh”s, beautiful guitar licks and melodies you’ll be singing on yer next roadtrip.
The Dripping Lips will instantly be more familiar than most of the other discs clutterin’ up the “misc D” section, which is okay, cuz it’s a pretty good record.