Morning Cup o’ Music
The Butthole Surfers, a band name that tells you that these guys can do no wrong.
Man, the 1990s were a magical age full of some of the most face-melting music that we’ll probably never hear the likes of again. That’s not to say that music of the naughtys and the teens is inherently bad, but I have a hard time listening to albums like these guys’ Independent Worm Saloon and then going on to listen to Panic At The Disco.
Maybe that’s apples and oranges, but if you can give me a current group that sounds anything like Gibby Haynes in this era, I’ll love you long time. Until then, keep asking yourself “Who Was in My Room Last Night?”