Album Notes

Steve,
I'm going to the store to get a Dr. Pepper. I really am. During the making of this record we lived to see three years, a burned down apartment, a marriage, a divorce, three breakups, a six-month driver's license suspension, an armed robbery, countless depraved blackouts, projectile vomiting, sobriety, arguments, one totaled car, one dog adopted, two burned-out amps, three drummers, four bass players, one of our favorite clubs burned to the ground, a couple dozen shepherd's pies, thousands of prayers, one gallbladder blown out and a torched Christmas tree—on Dec. 18. Congratulations, we took three years to make a garage-rock record. You should take two weeks off and quit. - Nick