Looks like another go-round on the Mike Macharyas Express. Not only does this man deliver FedEx packages, he records hit songs that win him critical acclaim and more pussy than Tom Jones.
Mike Macharyas enjoys watching Steelers games, drinking beer, and gambling. He's a Capricorn and likes fried Oreos, girls who appreciate the works of Andy Warhol, and heavy metal music.
You bet your ass, another fuckin Mike Macharyas album. Hide your women and children, pets and wimpy-ass dudes, Macharyas is back. This time he's fuckin wreakin' havoc, beating up old ladies and grabbing your sister's ass. He means business. He does things HIS way. He's eating fish nuggets and putting ketchup on that shit, cuz he knows how to make Heinz 57 work for him.
Dude even grew facial hair for this album he was so fuckin' into it. No more smooth, babyfaced Mikey-boy who drinks Kool-Aid and eats Fruit Roll Ups. No sir, this is the more mature, serious, and downright AUTHORITATIVE Mr. Macharyas.
He's such a celebrity we can't even GIVE out his e-mail address on 14mercy.com. He can't be fielding thousands of fan letters each day. It gets in the way of all his BITCHES he's mackin' on. So direct 'em to the webmasta, cuz Mike ain't got time for that, ya hear?
Buy it. It's good. This one is rockin' and hard-hittin'. If you enjoyed his previous albums, you're gonna shit yourself when you hear this one.