Title: Embedded in my soul
Product review: Driving around Fort Wayne, Indiana circa 1986 with the windows down, blasting this thing from my car's cassette deck (yes, kiddos, once upon a time cassettes were the chosen medium for music), singing along as obnoxiously as we possibly could, yelling the lyrics at passing cars just to be annoying, worshiping Gordon Gano for his completely idiosyncratic whiny vocals and his Velvet Underground/Lou Reed obsession (see especially: "Good Feeling"), admiring the incredibly honest, childish, bratty, hilarious lyrics through this album, memorizing the "countdown" on the classic song "Kiss Off", and absolutely believing that this album was written for US. This album eventually became a teenage "rite of passage" much like "Nevermind the Bollocks Here's the Sex Pistols," but it was pretty cool to be in the target audience right at the time that this puppy was unleashed upon the world. Viva la Femmes!
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