This will be, what, the fourth sweet song about traveling on a road? What’s the deal with everyone making great songs about roads? Wait a minute, Randy Rhodes was a bitching guitarist. I think I’m onto something.

 If you really met someone who called themselves Mister Love, you’d think they were a cock. Unless he later explained to you that he was just really bad at tennis.

One time I went shopping for big black boots. I was talking to the girl at the shoe store while I was trying some on, and she asked me, “Are you in a band?” I lied and said yes because the truth that I was just a pseudo-goth seemed too sad.

Everything about this album, from its sound to its graphics, makes it sound like a product of the ‘90s. It’s unbelievable that it came out in 1979. Me suspects that Mr. Twilley was ahead of his time, and most were confused by a competent and complicated vocalist that had cover art not centered around a flaming bird.

Brendan’s first completed album was rejected by his label and reworked into a watered-down version. Thank Allah this is off the record that has six of the original tracks. Definitely worth scooping up if you see it.

Hey, I think these mop-topped fabulous five-some are onto something with their juke n’ jivin’ sound!

And just in case the song weren’t obvious enough, a plastic ruler was inside the record sleeve.