tuesday's pretzel night review

review taken from chin music 1997

don't stare at lou barlow for too long or you'll freeze like that! damn, its too late for these dayton (rock city) boys. that's not to dis, mind you. the skronk's all here for this jam packed seven inches of pop mastery. yeah sure, the third-gen neil young is up and dancing like an unknown skeleton, but there's no lack of genuine home town awkwardness to drive it like a nail through any hint of apprehension. notably you can't get sick of anything too annoying, because at ten songs in less than fourteen minutes, the boredom is over just as something snappy begins. the folkiness i can do without. ok, so you're over feeling bad about hypersensitivity; no need to spill it on the four-track. if you see this unassuming record anywhere cheap, don't pass it by.

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