Frydee C.O.C.
We close this week with a track off what’s commonly regarded as C.O.C.‘s worst album, America’s Volume Dealer. I chose it for a reason I’d rather keep personal (nothing tragic). There’s another version on the YouPipes with a picture of thrash band Hirax that stays up the whole time the song plays. I very nearly put that one up instead of this, just because it’s funny.
Plus, it’s America Weekend, and we all know there’s nothing more American than C.O.C. They’re like apple pie topped with smartbombs plastered with advertisements for penis enlargement capsules. That’s how American they are. Are you that American? I’m not. Next to C.O.C. I’m practically Uzbek.
Tumult next week as I make the aforementioned move to Vermont for a month, but that doesn’t happen until Wednesday so stick around anyway. I’ll have that interview with Zoroaster posted and a writeup on my visit to the studio with friends-of-the-site Kings Destroy. Good fun to be had.
Please be safe this weekend, and we’ll see you back here Monday.
Tags: C.O.C., North Carolina
AVD ought to be taught in classrooms as the leading example on how to take perfectly good songs and ruin them in the studio with a halfassed attempt at using new fangled technology.