This album kicked your favorite album's ass. It had been up all night doing speedballs actually, and then it decided to cover itself in peanut butter and belly flop on some broken bottles. I told you dude, it was really fucked up. I found his favorite glitter pants and I thought that would calm him down, but no dice. He just started humping everything in sight.

And that's where things turned bad for your favorite album. He was just standing around minding his own business and this bloody human tornado in vinyl came screaming around the corner and just tackled him. I didn't see all of it, but by the time I got there to pull him off the damage had been done. That album had two black eyes, a broken jaw, some missing teeth, and this big ugly purple bruise on his chest. I'm really sorry man. But the truth is, Raw Power kicks every album's ass.