A study and critique of cassette tapes found in thrift shops.
Have you ever been at a party and overheard someone saying, “Hey man, throw on some Greg X. Volz!” If so you’re at the wrong goddamn party.
Nothing like album art devoid of every color except for a shitload of teal.
There’s “No Room In the Middle” between the worst shit ever and mildly religious middle aged music.
And yes, The X in Greg X. Volz stands for Xanax because that’s what you’ll need to treat your depression after listening to this album. I guess it’s sort of a concept album in a way then.
Musically a cross between John Tesh doing The Gaither Gospel Hour and driving into a brick wall after working a double shift at Lee’s Hoagie House. Coincidentally this is probably where Greg X. Volz now works.
A study and critique of cassette tapes found in thrift shops.
Mr. Big’s dim witted uncle
Based on the clarity of the band photo I think we can safely assume the art director at XDR Records doesn’t know Quark.
The audio clarity is also worth noting here. It must be that “expanded dynamic range” as advertising on the cover.
Also known as REO Shitwagon.
Bonus points to Sheriff for mixing up the rock poses / attitudes on the cover photo. (from left to right) The Bruiser, The Hard Rocking Good Time Bros #’s 1 and 2, Awkward Buddy and The Sensitive Type.