Your first mistake was getting in the car with his glass red eyes. Your second mistake was driving away in his glove black hands. Now it's just you, him, and the accelerating moonlight. Together alone, he's driving fast but talking slow. Here comes my baby, right down the line. She's looking mighty good. She's looking mighty fine. I say that I love her. I tell her I do. Then she turns around, she goes out...
Found this pink scratchy piece of proto-metal in the back of a wasp filled school bus in Hot Springs South Dakota. For me, the songs are indescribable, so it's fortunate that I found the original author, Mike Coates, in Moorhead Minnesota to do the describing. See below for Mike's take. Also, make sure you listen to the final 20 seconds of each song. Lukie's Tune culminates with a furious drum solo and Melancholy slowly...
What’s this? I don’t know. Google doesn’t know. And neither does your weird uncle Gary. It’s a one of kind proto-punk-soft-rock hybrid piece of mysterious Flaming Youth. Says so right on the label. And the label is called Red Hott. With two Ts. So, there’s that. Flaming. Hott. Get it? I found this record along with another obscure 45 by a guy called “Travis” at a thrift store near Cairo Illinois. When and where...
