Angsty white boys make me feel bloated and gassy, so this album was actually physically painful to listen to. Shannon had to leave the room while I was listening to it - he couldn't take it. Call me old fashioned, but shouldn't rock'n'roll be at least somewhat fun? A little angst sprinkled here and there is to be expected, of course, but an entire album of monotonous misanthropy, just leaves me reaching for my AC/DC....
Favorite track: "Brother Woodrow/Closing Prayer" - because it is instrumental, so I could stand it.
Favorite lyric: "Ladies, let me tell you about myself I got a dick for a brain."
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Actually, this is one of my favorite albums. But maybe it's because I listened to it so much at the hight of my teen angst years.
Aww, Lucas, you are such an angsty white boy.
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