It probably has something to do with the fact that Wyn was a bit obsessed with it for two months in college.
You try listening to it at least twice a day for eight weeks and not habitually gravitate towards the... obnoxiousness that it radiates. Man, it's so obnoxious... he likens it to those store windows filled with Hello Kitty. It's like a seizure, only with more acid and less brain damage. (Also, Welsh.)
Actually, no, there's lots of brain damage to be had. He's surprised his brain hasn't liquified and trickled out his ears by now.
And, of course, when he pokes his head in, it's Wyn on the stage, flailing about with her hands glued to her head like some poor, deformed cat-with-hands-for-ears. It's tragic. The guitar is pretty awesome, though.
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It probably has something to do with the fact that Wyn was a bit obsessed with it for two months in college.
You try listening to it at least twice a day for eight weeks and not habitually gravitate towards the... obnoxiousness that it radiates. Man, it's so obnoxious... he likens it to those store windows filled with Hello Kitty. It's like a seizure, only with more acid and less brain damage. (Also, Welsh.)
Actually, no, there's lots of brain damage to be had. He's surprised his brain hasn't liquified and trickled out his ears by now.
And, of course, when he pokes his head in, it's Wyn on the stage, flailing about with her hands glued to her head like some poor, deformed cat-with-hands-for-ears. It's tragic.
The guitar is pretty awesome, though.