After playing this high-concept stoner-rock epic at full volume on your personal stereo of choice, you will need to place an ad for a new face on Craigslist, as your original face will have been completely rocked off.
Combining cockswinging classic-rock bravado, lo-fi art-guitar collages, yelping Beat poet lyrical insanity, and the where-the-hell's-the-ceiling idiot-savant spaciness of your average pizza delivery boy, TRRJHP
is the weirdest, trippiest, and most thoroughly satisfying Guitar God experience the Bay Area has unleashed in many a full moon. Onstage these tunes are even wilder, whipping from Pink Floyd oh-dude-there's
-the-ceiling space invasions to bass-heavy, stoner-rock neck-snappers in the blink of a watering eye. Put down that Steve Vai record this instant -- until a capacity Oakland Arena crowd is headbanging furiously to "Psionic Railways 2 Mars," the Bitch isn't getting what the Bitch rightfully deserves.
American Idiot by Green Day