August. Or almost.
In the city, there's only the heat, the urban aborigines are all out enjoying well-deserved, hopefully, weeks of vacation.
Panic in the drug squares.
Desire to engage the brain: zero.
The stereo has been vomiting the same pretentious music since April.
It's time for a change.
And if we have to change in August, let's do it without any style: Grady "Y.U.So Shady"?
Dated 2008.
First album for the band of a certain Gordie Johnson.
Blues, rock, punk, metal.
Lemmy (Motorhead) has brainwashed these guys.
Better Motorhead...
But it's August, or almost, and you can afford a goof.
The stereo finally relaxes.
Acceptable music even as background, and then you can't ignore a cover like that. You had to give it a listen sooner or later.
In August.
In a deserted city.
With sweat bags under your eyes.
Drinking beer.
Smoking weed.
On the couch.
...
Apathy on the streets.
...
THE END
"Half-assed" review???
Maybe.
It's August after all...
Or almost.