Jesus Christ, there are a lot of albums. We don’t even get one percent of them, and we still get tons of shit to review. And I’m busy, maaaaan, I gotta go make nachos and drink these SWEET fucking beers I got from Shmaltz Brewing (Jewbelation Reborn and the Death of a Contract Brewer), so here’s some quickies:
I have no fucking clue what any of the lyrics are.
It’s NOFX, you know how it is.
Listen to this if you want to hump a hippie chick.
If you don’t think you want to hump hippie chicks, listen to this, you’ll definitely wanna hump hippie chicks.
Even though their name looks like a Words With Friends nightmare, they rule at straightforward dive bar rock.
My only bitch is that it’s too short.
Makes me wanna go camping and stare at mountains and streams and birds and shit.
It sounds like Kraftwerk is on drugs and trying to re-do the soundtrack for The Matrix Revolutions.
Thank God I’ve gone back and checked everything in the morning, because 17% beer kicks you square in the brain.
I’m sloshed as all balls, so why do I keep drinking this!?