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take zz top, thin lizzy, the melvins, and some unapologetic american chauvenism. ingest a healthy dose of lorazepam and haliperodol. mix in the fusillade of a 50 caliber machine gun. finally drop in a kielbasa sausage. put on some leather chaps and a wifebeater. eat broken porcelain. enjoy.

This is the essence of rock, 70s mustache muscle car style. Somehow it happened in the golden age of whiney indie rock. Harvey Milk should have conquered the world.

I suppose it comes with age...and a lot of alcohol...this SOUND. I really don't "like" writing reviews. I'd rather invite you over to my dump of an apartment, kick the wife out, give you a few beers, and crank the record in question. This record happens to go good with beers, volume, and sheer dudeness, oh yes it does. I rock this bad boy, and suddenly Bluto is here. Broken windows, puke in the corner...

KISS wrote party songs. They celebrate. Harvey Milk write disasters of drunken joy. They endure...and they don't clean up after.

...oooh, the bonus live disc is the chick who wipes the puke from your mouth in bed at 4 in the morning. Beautiful.