SO here we are it's 2009 and everyone is wild like dogs in the street. Look outside, you got fucking guys blowing other guys, you got woman cops and next thing you know a duck and a squirrel are gonna be getting married in drag in the senate or some bullshit that i don't even know what. Music is basically in the shitter and you have maybe 3 or 4 decent bands that are as gay as the day is long on a leap year and they can't even play fuckin Stairway but Britney Spears likes 'em so I guess we have to let them "win" a grammy. Here I am, dick-in-my-hand-johnny-good-guy breaking my friggin back earning a shit pay so that i can do some BTO covers for a bunch of retired vice-principal/step-mom types on the weekend.I don't even know who to kill first when i walk into Kinko's and open fire tomorrow.Probably some young guy who is still getting laid by good looking chicks... but I might just play it by ear. Where is my fucking grammy,Quincy?
QUINCY?
WHERE IS MY FUCKING GRAMMY??
Red-line all the way. Loud as all fuck.Just eat it.
LOOK HOW SHIT THAT COVER IS THOUGH.
OK, there are not words coming to me that haven't been said before about this record but if you know Sun City Girls, I'm sure you know this one. If you don't know them: snuggle up, hike your skirt, get acquainted.
My favorite Whitehouse record. One man's trash..................
This is a Whitehouse interview from 2005.
This is a collection of odds and ends, not so much a full length record.This is the kind of shit you play when you're fucking. Whether they're alive or not.
Gentleman's choice.
Dark fucking evil French avant-prog-opera. 4 out of 5 Lovecrafts agree. Or something.
FUCKING MARS.
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