What is that raucous din I hear drawing nigh? A party-loving T-Rex, cruising for a good time? The clamor of a thousand testicles high-fiving in unison? Or is it a sunset's superego, wailing at his mom because it's time to go home but he just wants to stay and play with his frieennnnnnds!? IT'S NONE OF THOSE THINGS. IT'S INDIANA SUPERPOSSE DINO FUCKING DNA KEEPIN IT REAL IN THE RADDEST BASEMENT PARTIES THIS SIDE OF THE JURASSIC ERA.
On this limited edition cassette re-release of their debut album, sweaty garage rock hearth throbs Dino DNA exemplify the true spirit of basement concerts. They're down there, somewhere, in the platonic basements of America, makin hardcore party rock with college kids and softcore pornos with your laundry machine. The tender kind.
THAT WAS A METAPHOR. THEY HAVE NEVER ACTUALLY SEXED A DRIER.
This music IS for the faint of heart - the kind of heart that needs a defibrillator!! [Written by Eric Taylor]