Title: Ish. They still stink....
Product review: Alright, I'm just gonna come out and say it. JM sucked. He spent most of his creative life in a drug and alcohol induced stupor while conning his vapid lyrics and self-indulgent poetry off on his fellow hippie brethren as art. His poetic ability reaches its height with his rhyming of the words road and toad. He loved to play into that whole Lizard King garbage while in reality he was nothing more than a cheesy cornball pervert. Put this album on and you can smell the stale pot, mold spores and cheap incense blow out of your speakers.
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