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Cruise Yourself
Track listing:
- Tucked-In
- Cruise Your New Baby Fly Self
- Kill The Sexplayer
- (I) Don't Got A Place
- Psychic Know-How
- Explictly Yours
- From Now On
- Raindrop
- The Royal Lowdown
- My Martini
- Glazed-Eye
Now it's time for the next chapter. Cruise Yourself is the natural
extension of Venus Luxure. Every bit as grimy, sordid and sinister
as it's predecessor, Cruise Yourself is best listened to in the car,
aimlessy driving, surreptitiously sipping scotch from a brown-bagged
bottle, searching for the late-night den of iniquity to quench your
insatiable thirst for thrills. Monsieur McCloud holds the guitar and lets
loose in his pelvic growl on all that is loose and floating, while Mr.
Fleisig directs the drum movie and the dual bass attack of Mssrs.
Janney and Temple with their three-times-bass-expansion-unit bludgeon
the soundtrack home. It's dark, sweatly, luxurious bliss.
Don't get us wrong, this is no tinkling-ice, clinking-glass, red velvet
cocktail hour. This is crawling out from under the table, slugging
straight from the bottle, stale perfume and smeared lipstick.
"when you want something in life you got to ask for it
you got to ask for it / just open up your mouth and say please
say please / we have all fallen down
it's never enough / it's never enough
but that is alright"
--- "Explictly Yours"
