Kick Out the DextromethorphanBy Hank Cherry
June 29, 2012
Listen, dear readers, I want to discuss the records that exist only in my mind. You know, the ones that would be perfect if you added one key component, or the ones that could never exist no matter what, but they should. Like if you poured glue all over the shitty Zeppelin record and then played it at 45 speed while the glue dried. Or if Alice Cooper scatted over Coltrane’s Ascension.
These, then, are those records.
While numbered, this order is contextual only—it can be rearranged by whim.