Like a GIF of lighting, thunder is assumed to the viewer
I’m just backing a brother up by linking his review of Skid Row, ya bish
So be one of the many to nosh them some forbidden fruit…
Out from the pollution cloud of Skid Row, James Ferraro reigns king of the march on the murk/merc, cowboy hatting his way in to paradise on a white bronco, using angel wings for breaks, marking the jungle in alien graffiti, cloaked in experimental ghetto ballads, fronting on heads equally HARD and SOFT, and ain’t backing down until the Tanner family answers they door at 3AM to some drunken banging, which Rraro considers a knock.
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