Has Zumm Zumm decided to take a stand to be an
articulate, educated, crazy thing with a brand new, red, full-sized moral leadership that has been enriched
by the worldís biggest theory yet to be proven all over the place? Recording these songs arenít they glad
they didnít die? They drowned. Though nothing has really changed. They know how nothing is the same. Itís
just all been rearranged. They take all the guess work out of crass, really red, fugs and folk punk and they give
it to you with a side of piss and vinegar.
Here they are: The biggest truck driver you ever heard of, plowing his way through the White House
correspondentís dinner, who now calls himself Theo. The ultimate fighting champion, a lawyer from Chicago,
your neighbor from upstairs, fifteen-dollar drummer, Dain, who enjoys playing with Mr. Potatohead in Candyland.
Playin with Dain nearly put my neighborís son in the hospital, accusing him of selling a stunning fusion of rock,
funk, and r&b to an undercover officer in a hotel. Officials say that the room was littered with afro wigs. And
Jared, see how he takes this stick of dynamite in his left hand and he takes a match in his right hand
and then he attracts attention. Whoís the guitar player, whoís the victim? Thereís lots of room here.
But not without a laugh. Yesterday is gone. The man who sold the world is on sale. And now it is your journey.
Make it a farce.