Mint Sticks and Golly Dumdrops, Batman! It appears to be some vacuously harmonic maelstrom; gorging acoustics generally and electrics rudely; a sound that can mean only one thing for the fate of humanity!
Traditional Destruction. or "Stop the Hai'in" for short.
Form and active will, eh? Punk, Crusty? Atomic strongholds to embedded revolutions, huh? Handshake, E-mail? Or the both of it? Fer'ever.
Cranium d'Head has been housing vast pulse and whistle practices. Sing-alongs, Plunk-alongs, Blow-alongs, Pick-alongs, Bang-alongs, Write-alongs, Record-alongs, Oldest, Older, New, and Who. Stages and sidewalks around the country cry from M.'s smell subconciously upsetting steadily produced morale: MN, IA, IL, MO, MI, TN, FL, GA, VA, NC, RI, NY, OH, IN, CA. When Head visits publicly, he might be with Jessariah, Ms. Wendy Gherity, or Mr. Kurt Vatland edge-styling; but he's currently building a 70-piece rock'n'roll costume/set for regular solo sets. (Bring it, That One Guy!)
"Early" and "To Early Too" are ready for you to hold and love. Compiled, Organ-ized, and Spiced to dirty-tastee-like taste, Message dumps a load of sonics all over your songforms. Warm-sweet and Power-grit, a combo easily captured by your overwhelming ardor for homemade Apple-Head pie. Send M. a MySpace Message and scrounge up the last of the first copies.
Remember Michael Jackson; the 'Head sure don't.
