Intended to be the kinda album a swingin’ bachelor (with a good education, a solid day job and well-polished shoes) would throw on the hi-fi on Friday nights.
They brought us Sabbath, Priest, Motörhead, but have been relatively silent in the metal category recently. It took a black lesbian skinhead to stand apart.
A good cause does not necessarily make good music. An array of female artists (Aren’t men allowed to support the cause?) cover a buncha crap ’70s songs.
More slacker rap, with the ever-popular upright bass. As a bonus, they play some tracks that sound like Dixieland blues, complete with tuba and trombone.