Holy shit! I FINALLY got the new version of the AVClub to work on my shitty old work computer. It even allows me to see (and hopefully post) comments. I'm back baby! Good God almighty I'm back!

There was a weird undercurrent of 70s nostalgia in the 90s and this was practically a founding document for those misguided fools.

Try releasing your rage by hazing some stupid freshmen… GOD I HATE THEM SOOO MUCH!!!

"Swampland" by The Birthday Party is pretty terrifying.

Mr Heller is wrong about avoiding The Cramps' live albums. The Smell of Female E.P. is 6 songs of absolute perfection.

And The Reverend Horton Heat, who's first album is pure rockabilly perfection.

As much as I admired Lou Reed and recognize the influence of The Velvet Underground rare is the occasion where I think to myself: You know what, I'm in the mood to listen to "Black Angels Death Song".

"Complain about 'The Wogs'"?

We're too stupid and insane to be boring

She took our jooooooobs!

THERE CAN BE ONLY ONE!

Isn't that what they call an "Alabama Divorce"?

"I wonder how many people getting this news… are upset? I am betting it's a low number."
Fixed it for you!

Maybe if they all crawled back into their mother's womb to talk things out…

How much does a cubit of coke go for these days?

Which is too bad because that's one more than we need.

Don't forget:
> Oops, we only succeeded in creating yet another supervillian with our half-assed plan.

If Teenage Motherfucker Frankenstein isn't riding a lady centaur down the streest of New Orleans by episode 10 I've lost faith in America.

Aw hell. I just berted myself.

Characters you don't care about get eaten by monsters you could easily outrun. All this happens in Georgia.
You're welcome.