When you think Pittsburgh, you think of the Steel Curtain, you think Andy Warhol, you think Christina Aguilera, you think ERIN SMOGOR. But more than anything, Mike Macharyas, the man of so few words, rings through yo' head like a motherfucking hand grenade.
Cuz Mike is all about the music, MAN. He don't give a good goddamn about politics and religion. He ain't leading protests, picketing big businesses. Fuck no, he's jamming the fuck out like he needs to be doin'.
Guy drinks like a fuckin fish, and we wouldn't want him any other way. Sometimes he has facial hair, sometimes he doesn't. DEAL WITH IT, PEOPLE!
Can you believe the way Jerome Bettis fumbled that ball against the Colts in the AFC Championship game? It's a GOOD thing Vanderjagt blew it, cuz otherwise Mike Macharyas would be singing a different tune.
Mike Macharyas doesn't exactly "return" with this album. He puts out an album every two weeks so it's not like he went away. Macharyas continues his bizarre and asinine behavior on this NNMaddox produced masterpiece with names like the sexy "Rihanna" and the absolutely absurd "Pee-Wee Herman." You'll want to shoot the nearest person in the face after you hear "John Cougar Mellencamp."
But that's Mike Macharyas for ya. He's music's equivalent to Michael Jordan. When the Steelers won the Super Bowl in February, Macharyas was almost crying like a bitch. The guy owns more Terrible Towels than he knows what to do with.