The Presidents of the United States of America - The Presidents of the United States of America

The Presidents of the United States of America - The Presidents of the United States of America

Published in 1995

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Dear Paul O., this one is for you.

Take a big whiff right now.  You smell that?  Yessir, there is a bumper crop of nostalgia over yonder, and we're about to get to harvesting it.  It's going to be a long process, but at that first feel and taste of it, you'll be whisked back to your youth.  Indeed, it is time for us to talk about our childhoods, and make sure that everyone knows about this album.

You see, round these parts, in Album Country, we only know a few things for sure.  Why old man Johnson once whittled us up a sign with all them on it.  It went something like this.
1. Don't fuck with bears.
2. Sharks are bears of the sea.
3. Cee Lo Green does no wrong.
4. Fuck Cousin Jerry.
5. Nostalgia is a powerful thing, and it is addictive as fuck.
That sign has gone the way of the dodo, but the ideas remain true.  Especially the bear parts.

When we all get together and sing those old songs that we remember from our youth, we know that we are carrying on a tradition that goes back literally years.  Almost impossible to imagine that Albums were made that long ago, I know, but of course, you aren't from these parts.

Presidents of the United States of America is one of the base ingredients for my nostalgia pie.  I'll tell you why.  This shit is cut with pure awesomeness, and if you sprinkle a little listening on it, it is sweet and tasty, never leaving a residue.  You give it a try, you're bound to like it.

From Kitty to Naked and famous, the sounds of this album are like an incredible cornucopia of fucking wonderfulness.  This album is one of those albums that takes a little bit of investment, but the instant you like one song, you have found the album.  Every fucking song is good.  Every one.  Seriously. Every. Damn. Song. Is. Essential.

Okay, let's get real, and stop talking crazy.  This is a nostalgic album for me because it's one of the few that I remember listening to on my first CD player.  Yeah, I know, an actual musical disc based transportation device.  Little will my younger readers know, but once upon a time, you couldn't just steal all the music you wanted from the internet, you actually had to possess it.  If you are young enough that this is shocking, why are you reading this?  Seriously.  What the fuck are you doing on here, you gotta be what, 6 years old?  Fuck is a bad word and I am addressing it to you, you prepubescent monster.  I hate that guy.

I remember lying down on my mom's old wooden floor, reading a book and playing this album on repeat.  It's a great one for just sitting around and enjoying.  From the first track, it has a sound of it's own.  They sound different from almost anything else you can hear.  It's fucking awesome.  The vocalists are good, the drums are pounding, and the basitar and the guitbass are sweet as fuck.

You seriously should pick up this album and give it a listen.  It's spectacular.  You have to have some sort of rock in your heart place for you not to love this album.  For serious.  Literally.  Truly. For sure.

Listen to it, jerk.  And no six year olds on the blog.  That's number 6 now.

"I CAN SPEAK FRENCH, VERY LOUDLY!"
Matt

PS. Give Phil Five!  Your God demands it!