Outrageous indeed. Everyone knows Fowley is a nut. Whether masterminding jail bait pedo rock, producing the Modern Lovers, writing for Kiss, and about a million other things, the guy continues to remain pretty interesting. His own albums are typically pretty out there affairs. This is probably the one I enjoy the most as it is a cracked psych masterpiece. One time I was riding up to Pittsburgh with a Japanese exchange student who doesn't have the strongest grasp of the English language. He was also very high. Once this album came on, I could tell he wasn't going to be able to control himself. He laughed for the length of the album and when we got out of the car he puked. That seems like a logical reaction.
Transmission 5618 - The Disaster Returns
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