Bad? No! Good Bad.
I kind of don't know what to do with myself.
Maybe I should have some whiskey.
That's doing something
That's drinking whiskey.
Ok. I have some whiskey.
I'm gonna level with you. This disc is really terrible.
But, hold on. Hold on.
Hear me out.
It's bad in a really good kind of way, sort of.
If you think back to all of those great 60s garage band compilations the hits are always the rawest, most amateurish songs that stand out. This is that, but thirty years later.
Dav enport positively reeks of a quartet of high school kids who got together in somebody's parent's basement in a cloud of ditch weed and formed a band to amuse their friends and quite possibly get laid.
Songs like "Kevin Sleeps with Everyone" and "Drop Everything, It's Nikki Taylor" sound like inside jokes and it's all the better that we get to play along at home. The sound is like a perfect snapshot of hormonal youth in a studio with shiny new gear they're just competent enough on to play some high school keggers with but they're still underage so they can't do a New Band Night in the 7th St Entry.
Man, it's so 1996.
It's beautiful. It's real. It's horny and awkward as fuck.
And in all likelihood embarrasses those involved to this day such that they seldom even mention to anyone they were ever in a band unless they're really drunk.
And here it is in all its ragged cheesy glory.
Enjoy and pine for your own long lost youth.
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