Um, If You Guys Need A Shoulder To Cry On…
After reading the latest Pitchfork review, we can’t help but wonder, damn, Dr. Dog, did you guys bang this guy’s girlfriend or run over his dog? Help us understand.
Maybe there is a transcendent moment to be had with this group in a live setting, with the beer and the dancing and the cramped quarters and the tinnitus-triggering volume. Or maybe you need to get your drink on to stomach this stuff.
