This is what happens when you drink a crate of long necks before entering the studio. You get an idea - in this case, a title - everyone thinks is piss funny and tremendously clever - then you fall all over your gear, knock shit over, make a drunken racket. Next thing you know you've slapped it on a CD and called it a song. Or an entire eight track EP. Not Sneeze at their best, then.
Beat Magazine
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