Playing tracks by
The Stoics, The Haunted, The Fallen Angels, Velvet Illusions, The Music Machine and more.
So we watched all the documentaries about the lovey dovey OSOL ’67. We lit the incense, we sat in, we hallucinated, we free loved. We paid our yippietastic dues and questioned authority. But as we are forever the druff types, we also spared a thought for the losers of the movement. The young, the clueless, the outcasts. The teenage rampagers who only had some cheap lysergic kool aid, wrecked amps and a stained garage. But do they had visions, and righteous anger. Paisley shirts and miniskirts, and black boots stomping over the suburbs. If you thought you could shake your shimmy, reconsider. We got the Rebel Yell, the Super Fuzz, the prose to crunch the system and the daze and confusion of a whole generation.
And now it’s time to… Kick Out The Jams, Motherfuckers!!!