Man Scouts of America

Crash Course (R.A.F.R.)
by Jon Sarre

Wee! Pyrotechnic picture stills and fake superhero personas! Call up Nardwaur, have him do an interview! His dumb questions and their dumber answers would make for fascinating reading. Sure, Man Scouts of America (the geographical tag differentiates ’em from Man Scouts of New Zealand, the antipodian equivalent of NAMBLA) with their rooster crowin’ cock of the rock may turn out to be mere chicken scratch, but since I hear the radio still plays losta David Lee Roth era ‘Halen (but no Sammy Hagar, see kids, don’t ever sell yer soul to anyone, ‘specially smirking guitar wankers), people must have a soft spot in their hearts’n’loins for Diamond Dave. Man Scouts sound like Van Halen’s first coupla records, only louder and without all them cheezy solos, or Rick Derringer behind the boards, and when these morons proclaim to be “a soldier, a rock’n’roller” and then announce it’s “the Rise and Fall of Rock’n’Roll,” well, ya know they’ll happily accept yer Jack Daniels and yer speedballs, thankyouverymuch, goodnitenewfuckingjersey.
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