Sun Drugs

Dude, we got this tasty fucking surprise this morning. The shit-bags of Vanaprasta who broke our hearts back when the rolled into town, stopped by our greasy spoon and then made love to us all night long promising us all sorts of follow ups and b-sides, before skedaddling the next morning on their dusty chopper and telling us they are married to the road and can’t be tied down are back with their new iteration – Sun Drug – apparently one of the band members, let’s call him Donnie, has decided to go back to nursing school because he love the feel of scrubs on his satchel.

Well Joel and I decided to strip down to our underwears and Greco-Roman wrassle the shit out of this fucker. Enjoy our tasty takes.

Tim: Holy fucking shit balls on a rosemary and olive oil Triscuit. What the Fuck bro. Vanaprasta changed their name to Sun Drug? Well this strikes me right in the jungle-esque undercarriage of my tingly dingle area. It is like they picked up right where they left off, which I assume is in the middle of some desert shithole town minus a canteen and good walking shoes. Wildman just made my fucking 2015 bro. I have been mourning these slick shitheads with a half mast for the past six months because I thought they gave up music to do something more acceptable to their moms and pops like peddle flesh.

Joel: As a former flesh peddler, let me be the first to say I stood up when the chorus hit and I threw both formerly flesh peddlin' fists into the air with mighty victory. This is fucking MAJESTIC FUTUREBALLS bros. I can't fucking believe we weren't told about the name change before they did it, I mean, Tim basically raised these assholes from the ska band they were into the Grateful Dead speed metal tribute band they were six months ago! Any time a man comes at me shirtless and covered in the entrails of the ancients and sings "wooo-oooo" I'm a puddle bro. I AM A PUDDLE.

I don't want this fucking song to end. Ever. Ever. Start it over Tim. START. IT. OVER.

Tim:: Dude. Totally looped this fucker into my subconscious and now I sweat thick globs of Old Spice Musk Swaggar body warsh and wear nothing but purple jorts made from the dna of comic book nerds in their 30s who get geeked the Fuck out off of Hulk Smash foam hands. fucking nerds. Anyway. I read their press release and it made me hate the music journalists even more because the best pull quotes they could snatch from reputable music press is shit like "Soaring" and "Electronically Tinges". You need to step your game up media because you are dealing with folks who wear undershirts to black tie affairs with Obama. You fucking click chasing sacks of jackal shit.

Joel: This video feels like the clickbait headline version of music that didn't need a fucking clickbait headline to fucking begin with. I'm waiting for the fucking day when PR companies send emails that say "Dude, you're going to shit yer britches. Just listen." and then leave it to my fucking ears to make the determination of whether or not it is THIS DAMN AWESOME. THIS BAND IS SO BALLS I WANT TO DO NOTHING BUT SHRINK MYSELF AND THEN SWIM IN THE MOIST MOIST DUNGEON OF THEIR LOINS BEFORE, DURING AND AFTER A PERFORMANCE OF THIS SONG ON ONE OF THOSE ROCK BAND XBOX GAMES THAT ALL THE KIDS ARE PLAYING NOWADAYS. THAT POKEMON, HE'S SOME CHARACTER!

Tim: I think every band should hire us to write their press releases and let the shit throwing monkeys with no imagination deal with the other shit throwing monkeys with a sliver of imagination just no desire to use it.

Anyway, we should wrap this up. On a scale of Tom in a banana hammock and Birkenstocks to Dale Earnhardt Jr. wrassling an alligator for the right to impregnate a vintage Volvo where do you rate this? I am going to say it is right there with George Clooney rocking one of them dickeys with a pair of hip hugger boot cut slacks at a karaoke bar with a drunken Meredith Vieira singing Walking On Sunshine bro.

Joel: Oh totally dude. This is four synchronized swimmers swimming nude in grape Jell-o to the tunes of an all-female nude mariachi band as they pump out a crisp rendition of the Imperial March and just leave nothing to the imagination bro. I want this song to keep playing tho.

So I'm going to let it shine, let it shine, call yer ma.