To all that wish to put their inner bitch in check, the dick has definitely not fallen short of making you feel as if you have grown some serious big bushy around the Richard! Sonic sounds so huge it will as the Richard says make you feel as if your pissing Satan out of your eyes! Its perfectly orchestrated w/ the feeling of some fun fucken 80's style rock, you know the kind, you were to embarrassed to say you played air guitar too, yeah the kind that makes you want kick throw a leg over your shoulder and scream like your name was David Lee Roth! Yet the music takes you on a space odyssey like you just bumped some charley off the Ferrari key and you’re floating in outer fucking darkness! Hop on your Hobie Skateboard bare footed and get ready to take a few fiberglass splinters, cause when your Kryptonics catch a rock you know your now ready to slam to some Rich The Pie Man Bitch in what has to be the ultimate in a musical tube ride! Yeah I’m throwing it back, its fucking tubular!

From PIE to Bitch in nothing flat. This is by far the best stuff John has put out. From the lyrical content and near perfect ebb and flow of each song to the thunderous base and drums, huge hooks and monster riffs and just in case you didn’t get it from the other reviews, who can forget those leads that resonate over and over again in your head. If you don't get it you never will. This is rock!

This album ROCKS, and I thoroughly enjoyed every cut! Very reminiscent of early Pink Floyd's "Umma Gumma" or maybe even Todd Rundgren from back in the Roger Powell days. The guitar work alternates between dreamy, airy melodies and biting lead lines with plenty of crunch and fuzz. The vocals are solid, and come across as real-life events turned into poems that are sung with plenty of passion, making the whole album into a very real portrayal of honest emotion and personal storytelling. This album is truly a breath of fresh air – highly recommended for anyone who loves rock guitars and good songwriting!

TRRJHP is quite simply the best album these ears have heard in a long time. from the opening guitar wallop of "overture/oui snuff u" to the final woeful guitar solo in "restraint," richard bitch takes you on a rollercoaster ride of volume and emotion, unremittingly honest and original. picking a favorite tune is nearly impossible, but i keep coming back to "nadene's time machine"—without a doubt the best song i've ever heard about hurtling headlong into hedonism, only to be abandoned there. the guitar solo in the bridge will break your fucking heart; and that ain't just a matter of speech. ten bucks for something this good feels like stealing. buy two and give one to someone who needs a reminder of what rock music can—and should—be.