A freight train of shame straight from Clsn's high-school shoplifting years, it's a few dozen pages of hair, guitars, posturing, hair, hair, more hair, and, mainly hair. More straight-edge personages than you'd think show up to help out, and more than one ancient visual crushes pays a visit to make us think hard about who we are and where we came from.
We heard your cries, and we honored them: this episode is an unassailable return to the halcyon days of J. and Clsn in a room together, jes' chattin' 'bout what they see! Skating. Testament. Steve Vai. Aerosmith. And LOTS more syllables that make even less sense than those -- this episode most likely delivers a bigger ridiculousness payload than you're ready for, but when your five-pound bag of nonsense just isn't big enough, then that's when it's time to give it a ... RIP.
A RIP MAGAZINE, that is! So Seger it up and turn that page back to a time when every guitarist needed to be a bodybuilder and it seemed like a super-viable career move for a longtime studio drummer to rebrand as a shit-hot guitar slinger under the name of Guy Mann-Dude. No, we won't provide the cocaine. Or the hairspray. Or the spandex. But we WILL hotbox mom's Camry and crank Uncle Steve's stereo and pass you a bindle of ground-up NoDoz in detention. Because we love you. Click here to taste the lavish image-documentation (NSFself-respect).