"hey man lets just take a shit at the 15 minute mark, no one is gonna listen to the whole thing anyway"
I've listened to this album multiple times now, and I'm beginning to wonder if I accidentally got a defective copy, or if it genuinely sounds this shit regardless. The band plays like they’re fighting off a poltergeist in the studio, while Frank Black's lyricism spirals into a chaos of utter nonsense, shedding coherence in favor of pure vocal catharsis. Iconic, apparently. Every track feels like it’s daring me to find meaning where there is none, like an art school ... read more
An album title so misleading it deserves its own spot in the Rock & Roll Hall of Hyberbole. Blink-182 called and they want their B-sides back. Should be called Some Killer, Mostly filler (With a Side of Frosted Tips). Otherwise Fat Lip and In Too Deep are fine singles i guess.