Word for Word's First False Review
(It's like drugs; everyone else is doing it, and I haven't anything better to do, and maybe people will think I'm cool if I do it too.)
Marcy Playground (self titled)
1997; Capitol Records
I have waited so long to hold this CD in my hands and call it mine. I would guess it to be roughly a year ago - nay, upon reflection, it seems it was less than a year ago - that I first heard it and pronounced it good. Alas, for it was only borrowed, and since then I've not found a single bloody copy for purchase. Mostly because I haven't looked really hard, but shut up.
After listening to it again after all that time I realize that, along with tracks one, three, five, seven, eight, and arguably twelve, six is
also about opium. What can I say? They're a bunch of stoners, but I love them anyhow. Whew, I'm knackered.
In Memory of Petey
[Dave]
Time:1:45 PM