
Burnout antisocial hippie ramblings from 1971. I know the cover is pretty telling, but just to give you an idea of the degree to which this record embodies “lo-fi”… there’s about a minute long whistling solo in “12th Gate House.” The music is great but the lyrics are the highlight for sure. These guys coulda been big but they decided to stick it to the man instead. Bravo Roger & Rotfree!
You're nothin but a goddamn nothin
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