Call it Dinosaur Defuzzed. I feel kinda bad for ol’ J, having to watch former band mates rake in the kudos while Proto-slacker Number One is left in the lurch.
A meticulously involved jigsaw that confuses the intellect. After having solved this jigsaw, will I be left with a keener understanding of something important?
Hillbilly Satanic Death music. Whassamatter boy, didn’t ya hear me right? I said, it’s Hogscraper. Yup. Banjo, washtub bass, drums, and the Dark Lord hisself.
If I wanted social/political commentary, I’d watch pretentious panel discussions, out-shout-your-opponent talk shows, or listen to hardcore. Guttermouth rocks.
Air-raid sirens peal, the sky goes pink(o) with lividity, and these Bolsheviks of brutality stomp out crazed Red Square dances on the steps of the Atomic Café.