Hear ye! Hear ye!
Captured within yon disk lies pleasure galore. Hear the magnanimous audio engineering skills available in 1989- the dull thud heard repetitiously be not the sound of your failing heart, dear friends, but the off-beat meanderings of the drummer of this raucous ensemble. Though there be no fife present, one can still bask in the glory of yesteryear by sampling these tasty morsels.
These lads hailed from Indianapolis and haunted the local record store, Karma, in search of stoner booty a'plenty. Brazen thievery did sever ties with yon shopkeep but the red-hot muse in their loins spurred them into nostalgic frenzy.
Bear witness to the onslaught. Not for the faint of heart, me lads.
Cheers!Attitude
2 comments:
showin' some naptown luv!
Yeah, rock the fuck out!
A guy I work with is from Indianapolis so that's how he knew about these guys. He thought it was so hilarious that this album was re-issued to CD that he had to buy himself a copy. Needless to say, he didn't mind my posting it on the blog.
He jokingly suggested tracking the band down and interviewing them but I could find neither hide nor hair of them online. They're worse than I am in that regard.
:P
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