I especially love the cheap, awful album artwork, which consists of a bad-ass cover photograph of a scorpion and a track listing on the back (in a gawdawful typeface.) And that is it. Reis decided, obv, to just let this startling, powerful, monster record speak for itself, practically dumped on the market without any fanfare whatsoever.
I know true Rocket fans will think I am nuts but my fave track is the goofy Misbeaten. But, it does not matter anyway, cause this is truly all killer no filler this one.
(The morse code solo on Fat Lip is crunching good, too!)
-AH
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