Dear Timmy Vulgar: You sure are twisted. One side of this 7” is an improvised country-punk number where even you admit to not know what the hell you’re singing about. It seems to be centered around wanting to drink whiskey and growing a palm/weed tree garden (I think… ?) The other side, at least on my friend’s turntable, is silence. I don’t understand, but I don’t think you want me to. Keep up the good work.
–Alanna Why (Terror Trash)