Whenever I hear someone talking about something that “goes hard”, my instinctive mental comparison is the opening track of this absolute fucking masterpiece of a record.
Whenever I hear someone talking about something that “goes hard”, my instinctive mental comparison is the opening track of this absolute fucking masterpiece of a record.
And second track. And the third. And the fourth. And the fifth (Paper Bag, my beloved). And the sixth. And th
There are literally no weak tracks on this record. This was the first record I ever listened to, as a young punk, that made me look up the session players. I have been a Matt Chamberlain fan ever since.