First, some reviews:
Pitchfork Media had this to say: "...this album is about as much fun as you can have in 73 minutes without resorting to substance abuse."
and it also said this: "Truthfully, the 26 tracks on the album are about as focused as a Jackson Pollack painting, some of them sounding like they were banged out from conception to what you're hearing in about a half hour; others, like "Turn It Over", with its delay-drenched, angelic refrain and dry, aggressive verses, obviously took a lot of thought and post-production tinkering. There's total fluff like "Jam On", a hooky indie rock two-step that's so casually ingratiating you won't even notice how sticky it is until you're singing it in the car two days later, and über-oddities like "Brendan Smith", which is basically instrumental Wesley Willis, a bleepy Casio jam that seems designed purely to amuse."
And this other site, Splendid E-zine, said these nice things: " 'Don't Be Down, Stella' is an instant classic, projecting the same seemingly effortless jauntiness that Dexy's Midnight Runners slung. 'Sister Sue's' electric/acoustic interplay and infectious melody radiate similar good cheer. Tracks like the hick anthem 'What I'd Rather Do' spotlight Bluegrazer's sillier side. It's about a trucker who, instead of endlessly navigating highways, would rather do what most men do -- "drink an ice cold beer and then screw.' "
But we all know reviews don't me nuttin', am I right? So how about a ridiculous fake biography instead? Here ya go:
Bluegrazer was born in Uganda. It was a baby with fire for teeth. But also it had exploding power.
When the colonialists realized the power of this baby, they kidnapped and shipped it to America. Unfortunately, a postage mishap caused a great delay. Bluegrazer was not delivered until 2001.
Bluegrazer hit the Massachusetts shores and split into 3 dudes who would combine to form one giant Bluegrazer, not unlike Voltron or Panda-monium. They raaaaawk.