Clits and dicks. Clits and dicks ruin every night. Hudson Jeans and birth control. Perfume and the alcohol. Versus. Marshall stacks and sing-alongs. Myspace, Dunks, male chauvinists. Estrogen. Testosterone. My hormones ruin every night. And I've no one to blame but me, myself and I can't stand bars, shows, or my dick. Should have stayed home. Read a book instead.
Crunchy garage jams co-mingle with country on the Brooklyn band's surprise LP, a not-so-secret love letter to the Rolling Stones. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 25, 2018