Their last single before calling it quits. Although they’re lumped into the hardcore community, they remind me more of Blue Cheer and Motörhead’s slower stuff.
Rollins’ label pays tribute to a long tradition of underground poetic intelligentsia who express their vision through rock ‘n’ roll, free jazz, and spoken-word.
Sounds like a spoiled rich kid who can blow $20,000 on a whim, books a huge block of time in a recording studio to make a CD. He invites his friends over.