“When I get together with people who were my friends between Bushes in the petty-angst cyber-nineties, we inevitably end up covered in doughnut glaze and gin under a pinball machine, crying about how we miss the Archers of Loaf. "That angular, angular thunder!" one of us moans. "It was porcupine rock, man, porcupine rock," another slurs. In just two years, though, tallest Archer Eric Bachmann has m”
Be the first to review this album.
