CRAZY AND THE BRAINS: Don’t Need No Snacks: Cassette

How much do you like the sound of a xylophone? Do you like it chiming again and again, crawling into your brain through your ear canals like some sort of mind slug? Do you like it wrapping its shiny essence around your thinking muscle, squeezing it until you go all zombie-eyed and start kicking your legs and clapping your hands? Do you like it layered under terrible lyrics about loving Lindsay Lohan and wanting to be on Saturday Night Live? Does anyone like xylophone that much?  –mp (Baldy Longhair)