Wow, did I just get kicked in the ass back to my high school years? It’s been awhile since I held a 7” single. It’s been so long that I had to fashion (out of cardboard and electrical tape) one of those little inserts you put in the middle of the record to center it on the nub of the player. Yeah, it sounded a bit fucked up ‘cause I didn’t drill the hole dead-on, but Crimson Sweet’s power still blew through. I want more dirty punk rock like “Wired For The Last Move” and “Basement Star” to charge me up for a night on the town. More! More! More! Fuck, I miss New York. What am I doing in LA?

(Slow Gold Zebra, PO Box 20506, Tompkins Square Station, New York, NY 10009)