The Bassholes are reportedly attempting to track down the skeletal double helix strand of DNA that’s gonna resolve rock’n’roll’s disputed parentage for good.
A constantly surprising, whip-twisting plot filled with start-stop false climaxes and sinus-flushing hilarity, reeling in the two most glamorous Academy Awards.
Imagine Prong’s Rude Awakening without the hooks, without the production, and without the songwriting. Leftover Helmet b-sides with extremely flat lyrics.