We are Sex Bob-omb.
We are Sex Bob-omb.
Yes I will rhyme that, after, after all I’ve done today, I have earned my wings.
I’m in the house.
My hip-hop will rock and shock the nation like the Emancipation Proclamation. Weak MCs approach with slang that’s dead – you might as well run into the wall and bang your head.
I’m shrewd about decimals and my man’ll speak patois, and I can speak rap star.
In the hood, it’s against all odds, you spit 16 bars.
Come on and get the minimum, before you open up your eyes.
I hate catchy choruses and I’m a hypocrite.
The most incredible ‘80s album… of 2010.
A seven nation army shouldn’t hold you back from checking out this retro soul gem.
I defy you to come away from this one without humming “I need a dollar, dollar, dollar that’s what I need…”
Incredible songcraft, wild variety, and the magical odd couple combo of Campbell’s whispery delightful voice and Lanegan’s world weary soft growl.