Take Oscar’s squeaky vocals. Add and my own thick, sick rhythms. It was inevitable that we’d collaborate on a new masterpiece. In the best vein of angry 1990’s anthems, I tease you with this, the cover for our upcoming album:
In all seriousness, O-man’s discovered my shoulders. If I’m home, I’m carrying him around like a squeaky little hair-parrot.
Damn, I should have worn an eye patch for that picture.