Short, fast, funny, breaking down more than an old Econoline, making you reach for the lyric sheets faster than your pants when the bathroom door opens.
Limp Bizkit’s Wes Borland’s side project. Stinks of early Gwar, Frank Zappa, stoned Keebler elves, and parody death metal bands like Intestinal Bloodsausage.
Swedes, wide-legged and leaning back, the howls and pull-offs and dives louder than yer mom pounding on the door for you to turn down that awful racket.
Can you imagine Curtis Mayfield or Lenny Kravitz settling for a vocal that simply matched the guitar? We’d’ve been denied melodies we belt out on road trips.
We’ve all run out of toilet paper. It’s a product we’re embarrassed to buy in a busy grocery store despite the fact that everyone has to at some point. But this time we’re the spectacle lugging the 144-roll pack to the checkout because it saves 3 cents a roll.