(Ed Note: Parrot is a regular music contributor, but was apparently too punk to compose their assigned album review.)
Fuck you Savage Henry, you filthy advertisement pimp. One of the poverty issue tips should’ve been to wipe your ass with this magazine.
This month stop sitting around reading and listening to albums like a moldy little turd and go to a house show. Mosh in someone’s garage/living room/bathroom, make out with a stranger, burn some bridges, make some friends, get in a fight and eat some questionable items. This month live hard so you know you still can. Or not. Turd.