Punk is like a potato: dirty, ugly and yummy. Say you thought you could improve upon the potato, so you carved it into the shape of a handsome man, painted it pretty colors, and dressed it up in a nice pair of slacks. Then you wrote some poetry for it. Guess what: you ruined it. Now it looks stupid and you can’t eat it. It’s limp and unfortunately won’t even pass for art. This CD has “Pay no more than $8.99” printed on the tray card, but anyone who would pay ANYTHING for these four songs is a penis.
–doug (Fueled by Ramen)