Sell your soul and sign an autograph – big bang baby, it’s a crash, crash, crash.
This love that I tell now feels lonely as hell from this padded prison cell.
It’s only human nature, pollutes temptation. We have reserved bookings for the fathers of our nation.
We are tired of your excuse. Try to stop us – it’s no use!
Come on and get the minimum, before you open up your eyes.
They can’t hear a word that we’ve said, when we pretend that we’re dead.
No safety net: you get what you get, what you settle for.
Down the streets I’m the girl next door. I’m the fox you’ve been waiting for.
She don’t like The Toasters or The Skeletones, she’d rather pound some beers and listen to The Ramones.
Hey kid! What do we got? Not a lot. So what?
There are true sonic gems hiding on these streets, in this shadowy world.
To be the best we got to pass the test we gotta make it all the way to the top of the mountain.
Hey baby, it’s hella good, okay?
Eclectic psychedelic rock released at the pinnacle of the Flower Power era.
You’d have to have nada en la cabeza to not get moving to this album.
Don’t suffer the fools who refuse to get enough-er of this construct of musical performances.
A sprawl of 43 eclectic gems add up to a greater whole, and that price is right on.
The Rage is relentless, in three parts.
Drink smoke drink smoke this is what we do. Well, not what I do necessarily but… you get it.
It might not be for ma nor pa, but this Fishbone dish is sizzling.
Is the movie Swingers and Big Bad Voodoo Daddy partially responsible for my moving to the west coast from NYC? It’s a long story…
Garage rock with the perfect concoction of indie, moody, and psychedelic influences.
I mean, just ask any police officer who happens to be at a local fried carbohydrate treat market.
Houston, we have a problem indeed. But not with this record.
So much that is so great (and so right) about punk rock.
RBF can rock you with their specialty of snarked up ska punk, but it’s the more mature power pop material that really stands out here.
A kaleidoscopic spectacle of psychedelic hippie rock.
Brian Wilson and the Boys get into more mature, interesting, and nuanced territory versus the early hits.
I can think of, say, uno dos tres quatro cinco cinco seis reasons…
A powerhouse of a ska punk album that just happens to layer in… well, you’ll see.