"The heaviness of ‘70s hard rock, the bombast of modern industrial music, the colorful flourishes of psychedelia and prog-rock, and the menace of punk, created a unique sound that was as abrasive as it was mind-altering".
(Not so sure about "all that". I am sure that Rob's guitar playing was fucking killer / weird & effects-driven, John Burke's drums where fucking tasteful & heavy-swingy, & that this was Preston (P.W. Long)'s band before he took the Laughing Hyeans' rhythm section & started Mule. Mule was "alright". I don't know... Ann Arbor was a weird fucking cool-guy scene back then. Fuckin' grunge, mannnnn)...
"“My Bag of Potato Chips is Too Loud”, which is about that Sun Chips bag that was completely biodegradable and organic or whatever. People complained about their bag of potato chips being too fucking loud, so they took them off the market.".
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