Underground Station – Column February 3, 2004 Mr. Crumb goes into these restaurants, orders food, and while he waits or is between courses, he draws fellow patrons or random ideas onto his placemats. He collects them, sends them to a publisher, and they end up in these books.
Fossil – Crumb – Review February 1, 1995 Pretty lyrics, pretty vocals, pretty melodic guitar riffs. Nothing threatening here, not a trace of anger, menace or defiance. Just plain pretty.
Crumb – “Spit” – Review February 1, 1995 Punky, mainly because it sounds terrible and no one plays very well. They suck, but they’re fun.