Well, I am tentatively going to file this under the "Rock" label for now. Let it be noted, I have NOT HEARD this album yet, and only found out about it's existence late last evening. My old boy, El Gato (seen below in looking
"Lemmy" - as in Lemmy from Motorhead) called me with the 'joyous' news. There's some history here. Back in my Phoenix days, or maybe it was Sandy Cruise, El Gato called and talked my ear off about the latest Morrissey release of the day, "Sad songs about nothing", or whatever that sad sack of shit album was called. Anyway, homeboy talked this thing up so much that I made a special stop on my way home, and shelled out the primo price of $18 for it at a bookstore. He had me hook, line, and sinker on this one. I was thinking the album would CERTAINLY be AT LEAST the quality of "You're Arseanal" ( yeah - an album named arse anal)... I put that thing in, and was surprised, to say the least. By the time the children's choir background vocals came in on track 5, I was ready to throw thing thing out on the side of the road. This was in Los Gatos, and I still had another 30 minutes over the hill on Hwy 17 to the 'Cruz. So you could say that "I got got".
So it was with some trepidation that I greeted the news of the new Moz album last evening, the 'greatest release in years'. At some point, I'll have to relay the story of El Gato's tribulations in getting the thing to play on his CD player. For now, suffice it to say that it was very "Jim Anschauer"-like... you know, the author of the old "Cruisin" column in the onion?
Well, I am tentatively going to file this under the "Rock" label for now. Let it be noted, I have NOT HEARD this album yet, and only found out about it's existence late last evening. My old boy, El Gato (seen below in looking "Lemmy" - as in Lemmy from Motorhead) called me with the 'joyous' news. There's some history here. Back in my Phoenix days, or maybe it was Sandy Cruise, El Gato called and talked my ear off about the latest Morrissey release of the day, "Sad songs about nothing", or whatever that sad sack of shit album was called. Anyway, homeboy talked this thing up so much that I made a special stop on my way home, and shelled out the primo price of $18 for it at a bookstore. He had me hook, line, and sinker on this one. I was thinking the album would CERTAINLY be AT LEAST the quality of "You're Arseanal" ( yeah - an album named arse anal)... I put that thing in, and was surprised, to say the least. By the time the children's choir background vocals came in on track 5, I was ready to throw thing thing out on the side of the road. This was in Los Gatos, and I still had another 30 minutes over the hill on Hwy 17 to the 'Cruz. So you could say that "I got got". 
So it was with some trepidation that I greeted the news of the new Moz album last evening, the 'greatest release in years'. At some point, I'll have to relay the story of El Gato's tribulations in getting the thing to play on his CD player. For now, suffice it to say that it was very "Jim Anschauer"-like... you know, the author of the old "Cruisin" column in the onion?
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