parts of my bicycle are made of chrome – how come every time I hear a face down records release I want to be in a bar somewhere hearing the stuff done up live? why do I want, no, need a beer when I hear this stuff? probably because of “chelsea” and lyrics like “i know he’s a mean motherfucker” and “i got a new shirt for the journey.” and the fact that they slip piano in on the tune. and the way it makes me get off my lazy ass and dance when I’m drunked up. fuck, all i ever ask is that the band seems to be having at least as good a time as i am. so set us up another round bartender! (bangsheet)