i'm not quite sure what the hell happened here, but this is my guess (from listening to the record and staring at the album artwork) : in the early eighties, a south caroliner named dwayne warr got a hold of some good drugs and asked some guy to play a high school's collection of percussion equipment along to some heavy rock guitar riffs he had already recorded. mr. warr's tales of a cold and bitter world are presented to a cold and bitter world and, surprisingly enough, met with complete and utter ambivalence. dwayne attempts to record a follow-up, only to have his mind shit the bed completely. he becomes a born again xtian and destroys his remaining copies of his first two albums (1985's starting over + this album) in a massive bonfire.
maybe i'm thinking about this too much. maybe i oughta just take the advice given on the bottom of the back cover.
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