One thing you have to admit about Caroliner Rainbow Spermbank Shaving Celebrity Skulls for Cabfare, they know how to throw a party. After just looking at the cover of their second LP, I'm Armed with Quarts of Blood, you will pick up the phone and make an appointment with an eye, ear, nose, and throat specialist. Next you're expected to pry the shit off the shingle and listen to nothing but the four locked grooves that begin side one for a month. By that time, of course, the brown cake on the cover has grown a gray-green beard and your mucous membranes are but a fond memory. So take a fucking Advil. It prevents inflammation. Another batch of happy, virusy yarns from a century that must've happened a lot longer ago than the history books are letting on will get the treatment they deserve and you'll be none the wiser. You may kick back and ignore the supreme sprint-limping nraarng nraarng noise fables renderable thusly by Caroliner and Caroliner alone, but I, for one, am walking home. 539 Scott Street / San Francisco, CA 94117.
Typed by Cheryl Vega 4-28-95