You suck for not being alive at the same time as me. You suck for not hearing this album in high school and grasping it with all your punk funk being. If I had a computer back then (shit, if anyone had a computer back then) I totally could have made this album cover. If I had a speech impediment and a friend who loved slap bass and skating I totally could have written this album. I played the shit out of every snotty, oddly positive track on this album and loved every minute of it. Remember this is in the days before grunge cast a general pall over everything. This is the stuff, complete with keyboards and a lead singer (Chuck Mosley not Mike Patton) who didn’t give a crap he sang like your drunk lisping cousin, that made life worth skating.
