Album Notes

a pop and 3 tarts walked into a bar. they did all they could to prevent silence as they had the foresight to know once the quiet happens the free birds start their innocuous banal utterances that no one but the one spewing eminence thinks is worth any acknowledgment. then there was sound and the sound was pop, one filled with power and harmonious congruency. when the crowd heard their sound, and it was good. then all rested comfortably and looked upon what they have created and peace was had by all.
pure pop for lowe people just in the nick of time to cover up the sounds of pets that the sergeant was starting to pepper up the junction.