On my virtual turntable. . .
Joan Jett, I Hate Myself for Loving you. I'm wearing this out. So very very tight. It almost squeeks. Everything, driven by the killer lyric, is in place. Since the rest of her work is not like this, a happy accident?
Tool, Strangling Kalamazoo. Experimental and harsh but within bounds. So far a keeper.
Joan Jett, I Hate Myself for Loving you. I'm wearing this out. So very very tight. It almost squeeks. Everything, driven by the killer lyric, is in place. Since the rest of her work is not like this, a happy accident?
Tool, Strangling Kalamazoo. Experimental and harsh but within bounds. So far a keeper.