The man makes an album a year, fer chrissakes. Give him a bone.
Freak Folk diva ditches his channeling of Elvis and gets back to his roots.
Ah, the phallic references never stop with Moz.
Bill could say the dirtiest things to your mother and she’d still make him a cup of warm milk, and put him to bed, while looking at you with a "why couldn’t I have had a son like him instead of you" expression.
This makes me wish I still owned leather pants
I like thinking of fey indie-boys locking themselves in their midwestern bedrooms listening to this while their mothers pound on the doors screaming, "son, what are you doing there?!?"
Playing this album will get you laid. 60% of the time, it works everytime.
The Rock Opera is alive and it wants heavily creamed and honeyed Earl Grey tea.
More dirges from the dark, cold, sad town of San Diego, California. Oh, that ocean is so depressing. Oh, this 75 degree weather really taxes one’s soul...
I got turned onto this band by NPR. This album was described as "the best breakup album ever". After listening to it once, I decided that they were right and that maybe I should divorce my wife and sit on the beach at 2 a.m. with this album playing through my headphones while I drank 3 bottles of Charles Shaw merlot. I didn’t but in a Groundhog Day type reality, I would and this album would be PERFECT!
You do NOT want to make eye contact with David Eugene Edwards EVER! He knows what evil lays within the hearts of Man. Also, how can a pentecostal southern man be so damn sexy?!?
Please stop. Please.
Sorry, Tex. They suck...
I hear rumors...