Tupelo Chain Sex blasted loud, dirty, funny, sexy, and party party party. I miss them. They’re generally forgotten. I played them a lot on college radio. Listening to them is like being forcibly dragged on a bar crawl in Hollywood. I salute you, madmen of the past.
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Yowww! It’s like the Bellrays on a divine mission.