Doubtful I was. My pants too are now filled with shit. This CD rocked so hard that I lost a testicle. But hey - I had one to lose...Buy it. Play it again and again and then blame yourself for not being on the bandwagon earlier. It's never too late...
This album rocks way too hard for you. Really. Your ears will bleed. Your eyes will explode from their sockets. The last time The Evil Queens played in a bar, the place exploded from the sheer tectonic force of the rock they dealt, literally. I literally shit my pants. If the world wasn't ruled by gutless marketing and advertising types, this album would be blasting from every radio on your block. Don't believe me? Then you deserve what you get. You deserve another band with haircuts that weren't even cool in the 80s wearing their girlfriend's pants. You deserve to move to Portland. You don't deserve this.
