So many headbangerz have come and gone in the lush, luscious history of this short time frame when music stopped getting scratched on to aluminum on share cropping farms of the Mississippi Delta and started showing up on cracker’s personal electronic devices.
Case in point, 1994 (real shit y’all):
There’s a lot of stuff to stay excited about as far as recent releases go. Forgetting the mainstream crust that permeates the necessitating of so many mediocre guest appearances on the new Big Boi record, it’s still going to be fucking amazing in my opinion.
How about Allen Ginsberg all up in yo ass?
I huff and I puff and I wonder aloud, “why can’t anyone make bangers like Oliver Onions?”