The Weapons of Brass Destruction helped build this song by Dead End Streets into a stormer. It has a swampy groove, funny lyrics ('The globe is warming, there’s no denying/But your frigidness keeps me from frying') and BOTH tracks on this single are worth a spin. And best of all, all proceeds go to a good cause. If yer in South Pittsburgh around Dec. 14, go see 'm play.
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