Sliding down a KY Musk Moonbeam with Merlin firmly tucked into the back pocket. Quantum Leaps of 10 million years thrusting handfuls of melted Reese’s Pieces into your Pac Man gobbling, gobsmacked. gargantuan armchair self-proclaimed expert in all areas that cross your throbbing thrusting Billionaire rocket mindship. Hail the great Zrek! Welcome to the Apocalypse Generation. Get ready to engage and indulge in sciamachy much like Andy Gibb did in 1978 with the forgotten get down and disco with a boatload of white mountain magical fairy dust and the untimely platform-heeled stomper in Shadow Dancing.
The Accident -Kill the Bee Gees-1979 is another classic in an opposing micro world that exists on the head of a thumbtack once owned by Rick Dees of The Disco Duck fame..”All of a sudden I began to change, I was on the dance floor acting strange, Flapping My Arms I began to cluck, Look at me I'm the disco duck!” Oh Oh, this is not another yawn-inducing Grade 7 experiment on magnets here we have a classic example of opposite poles having a fatal attraction while the same poles repel each other.
Now if this is confusing for mere mortal morsels what I am trying to deduce by drawing on 1970’s big collared imagery is the following. There is an attraction of all things good and bad, the yin and the yang of opposites needing each other to co-exist on earth overseen by the mighty Zrek. Andy Gibb didn’t really need or care if The Accident reacted to what they deemed a big stinking pile of alien waste matter but in a sense, they needed each other like John and Yoko. Give Reeses Pieces A Chance!
Stoner Cop carries the burning spliff of hydro bong classics like Angry Samoans blast of two minute politically incorrect blisterfullness… filling the skin filled pus sack until yellow creamy yolk like substance oozes from the festering, frowzy, crusted cesspool of infection. Oh great bubbling bongwater, they even venture off into a mushroom cloud of Lee Scratch Perry dub. Rub a dub dub dub three cops in a tub.
Killed By Death sliding down a razor blade into a bath of rubbing alcohol. Keep up the 3 chord raw, lo-fi punk rock kiddos. All offers from majors and a name change should be battled with Teflon shields. To infinity and beyond!
P.S- My Old Man’s a Fatso! He has a potbelly for a mouth but you know he owns this house
P.S.S- Avril loves this
P.I.S.S-No she doesn’t but she should. Since she gave up skateboarding and is a full-on punk
