Watery Love
Take it from me, orbitin' the earth over 'n over ain't all it's cracked up to be. When I was asked to hop on board a Soyuz headed to the International Space Station (assignment; "critical observation"), I reckoned this'd be the trip've a lifetime. Space, the final frontier. And how 'bout that view? But now I feel like I've been here that long, a lifetime that is. You know the food ain't much to speak of, plus I gotta constantly make sure I don't make no crumbs, else they might fuck up our air breathin' filters. Crumbs! The things one learns. Drinkin' ain't no fun neither, 'less you get your jollies sippin daquiri's from a straw out a plastic bag, like some swishy, doe-eyed Deadhead. And don't even get me started on hygiene issues! I believe I could take a life for a proper bubble bath right about now (I miss my ducky too). Which is all just a lumberin' yet apropos segue to the matter at hand: this debut lp by Watery Love.
Now any right minded corncob south've the Van Allen Belt knows them 3 precedin' 7"s via Richie, Siltbreeze & Negative Guestlist smacked kernels hard & that smolderin' ferocity has naturally been carried over here. The glow 'n throb what's got got is as much the byproduct've the eternal bioluminescence of Iron Cross or Third World War it might be the appreciation for the corroded, fractoluminescence exuded once upon a time by Chain Gang 'n "Slow Death EP"-era Leather Nun 'n The Gordons. Sure, their evironment might seem cold & uncarin'-even downright sociopathic-but behind that facade've David Goodis like grimness are 4 sodbusters chompin to have a good time. When singer Ritchie Charles hollers "I'M A SKULL"!, who amongst the masses would not rush headlong to get a lick off that boney pate? It ain't about Rofinol people, it's about the roof, and how far can Watery Love raise the fucker. Unlike you dickheads, I'm sittin' pretty in the catbird seat (what part of me bein out to space did you miss?) so let me say, keep it comin'! Higher 'n higher, nose to the grindstone & all that. Don't worry, I'll stop ya when ya get here. And one more thing-don't forget to bring a six pack. We'll need it.
