Artwork by Todd BratrudManufactured at PS Stix (Heat Transfer)Dimensions:8.5 x 32.125Specs:Nose: 7.125 / Tail: 6.75 /WB: 14.25Product Description:I wanted to somehow tie this intoApocalypse Dudes, the fourth album by the Norwegian powerhouse band Turbonegr
Artwork by Todd Bratrud
Manufactured at PS Stix (Heat Transfer)
Dimensions:8.5 x 32.125
Specs:Nose: 7.125 / Tail: 6.75 /WB: 14.25
Product Description:I wanted to somehow tie this intoApocalypse Dudes, the fourth album by the Norwegian powerhouse band Turbonegro, but most all of thesongs are about a pizza parlor, some prince of the rodeo, ora rendezvous with ananus, andI just couldn’t twist it soyeah,even in this wild at heart and weird on top world ofnon-product descriptions. So instead, let’s roll the scroll on the opening narration to that most heartwarming of Australian family film classics,The Road Warrior(1981): “My life fades. The vision dims. All that remains are memories. I remember a time of chaos, ruined dreams, this wasted land. But most of all, I remember the road warrior, the man we called Max. To understand who he was, we have to go back to the other time, when the world was powered by the black fuel and the desert sprouted great cities of pipe and steelgone now, swept away. For reasons long forgotten, two mighty warrior tribes went to war and touched off a blaze which engulfed them all. Without fuel they were nothing. They’d built a house of straw. The thundering machines sputtered and stopped. Their leaders talked and talked and talked, but nothing could stem the avalanche. Their world crumbled. Cities explodeda whirlwind of looting, a firestorm of fear. Men began to feed on men. On the roads it was a white-line nightmare. Only those mobile enough to scavenge, brutal enough to pillage, would survive. The gangs took over the highways, ready to wage war for a tank of juice, and in this maelstrom of decay ordinary men were battered and smashedmen like Max, the warrior Max. In the roar of an engine, he lost everything and became a shell of a man, a burnt-out desolate man, a man haunted by the demons of his past, a man who wandered out into the wasteland. And it was here, in this blighted place, that he learned to live again.” So, here we go, boys and girls, the desperate moment we’ve all been surviving fordystopia in our time. Woohoo!Cliver
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