Evan Dando’s poppy platitudes to drugs, homosexuality, and other grungeisms have been culled from four saccharine albums and a handful of singles and EPs.
Unappreciated and unknown, they create usually short, sometimes humorous, sometimes poignant rock’n’roll which veers from driving punk to drunken country blues.
What could be better than having 12 screaming, supercharged v8-powered vintage ’70s war wagons with enough firepower to level a small town at your control?