I had older brothers who had a shitton of vinyl. I was their LP gopher. In the basement, the bros reclined (likely buzzed) I'd get the order to go pull something from the stacks - usually Remain in Lights, Houses Of The Holy or Hot Rocks, This was one LP I always paused upon and inspected when I rifled through the goods trying to find the next tunes. The bros always demanded I hurry the F up.
Cover spooked the shit out of my elementary school mind. Only a few tracks too. This was so foreign to me. Like a classical record. I never asked to have it played for me. I didn't want to know what it sounded like. My young pessimist mind, MDD-predisposed psyche too sensitive to handle the haunting I suspect lay within. Holy shit was I right!
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Love this record. It's hilarious at times lyrically and awesome instrumentally.
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