Since I'm beside myself on dull-as-a-carver's-knife Turkey Day '02, I'll start with the meat from this birdie's flip side. "Cursed" has a fowl mouth crammed with nihilistic stuffing ("Everybody hates us/We hate everybody"). "Blackout (With You)," per grabbed-by-the-neck gobble-gobbles from Jill Trueblood, is the chemical agent in poultry that makes you keel over during No Fun League's game two. Back to the front, "Ain't Got The Time" finds leftover slices from Chris' trashcan shaken with green-bean-casserole tambourine. "True Hollywood Story" exposes the intentions of dirty Butterballs ready to smash the (digestive) system.Upholding the traditions of Northwest R'N'R pilgrims The Mono Men, Zeke, and The Valentine Killers, the 'Blackbirds shed similar feathers which stick together like Olympia spew.
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