The laconic genius of early Pavement meets the driving rock of Stone Temple Pilots before being wrapped in a thick layer of humor by the Whatevs. In a stunning feat of reverse psychology, the Whatevs seem utterly unconvinced in their own abilities, which only makes them better. Minimum effort yields maximum results for these pop perverts.
Florida in Los Angeles, no food no rent no job no health no happy, anymore. there's a fire on the moon. cut from the sun, the call fell to the earth, embodied with multiple skills. shut up and hit it. it's hard it's really hard when you don't understand. and i don't think it's a phase for me. she's a girl . . . somebody tell her what that means. and I want you. it's almost impossible for me to rape you when we're rollerskating. but when I hear your dad in the hall, gotta go, see ya tomorrow. you're not allowed to send me that if you're not gonna date me. maybe it was one of those moonapes who put it there. i guess we'll never know. it's not worth blowin your head off. it's not worth ruining your shoes. shut up and hit it.