Cruise Yourself

October 1994, Touch And Go, #TG134 (LP/CS/CD)

"When we we're finishing this record, we wanted a name for the record that was like our sound. Because i think our sound is something we kind of fell into and something that we hone in on, and we work on: it's not typical rock and roll at all. We're like trying to create our own genre." --Scott McCloud

Thanks to Kire Nadeau

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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"

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