# holy super lite groovin shedballs chris your album 'cool love' is the definition of middle of the road and offensively non offensive that one song what's it called - notice the ring it has to be one of best-worst 'motr' songs ever conceived by weirdevil corporate human-ai marketing as if used in an ironically annoying and persistent vr-popthrough advert for a backdoor relief ointment manufactured by loftleader industries called 'ringoo' as for the songs 'somebody to love' and 'we want your love' dammnn dude they sound like they're only appreciated by well meaning robust frustrated older texas karen mothers who still kinda look good in tight jeans who love to dance badly on the dance floor of ir local ten gallon whip cracking stuffed line dancing hoedown joint when shooters are half price who end up with smeared makeup puking on ir pretty shoes out back between two long haulage trucks sobbing that the local big duck college jock they were chatting up at the bar finally went home with the local brain dead cheerleader you know the one with the plastic fantastics town jock rumour-tumour humour states doesn't mind taking it sideways from any spanner brained stud for a snort of cheap cut bathtub cork oh for emotionally intense dusty texas noir movie soundtrack days of songs like 'please' - now that track's serious and stirs the modem wanderer's holovisual imagination // republic of bob