A sexual fantasy poem, not at all degrading, worship oriented actually.

Cutoffs

If you've lost love, you've lived this song.

Ma Lawd

In a flash of bright, colorful, iridescent light The Electric Boa don't just 
remind you of all things rock, they ARE all things rock - now, yesterday and 
tomorrow. At once raw, uncut, sophisticated and artful, while you dance your 
ass off with arms raised throwin' some metal. Born of the Depression of '08, 
The Electric Boa reminds you that while all around may be collapsing, you've 
at least got immediately classic tunes to sing along with and that only 
rock-n-fuckin' roll matters, anyway. A monochrome world has just been hit 
with Technicolor, glitter and raw power at 140 db's.

There are no homages in their music. They use classic rock like bricks to 
build their mansion, like Shakespeare used words. How could there not be 
Bowie, the Stooges, Priest, Aerosmith, The Faces and Cheap Trick in the 
mortar? As in all seminal music, they renew and reinvent what came before. 
Not just as new kind of gun, The Electric Boa's music is a laser beam fired 
at point-blank range.

Led by their iconic front man, Higgsy, a sinewy, whirling candy man singing 
prose of the underside of the American dream, every line and chord of The 
Electric Boa is as cinematic as a David Lynch film while astoundingly pure 
in heart-felt love. There's no hope because that implies passiveness - they 
DO, they TAKE, they CELEBRATE and unblinkingly hold it close. Drive through 
the landscape at 120 mph in your '72 Eldorado, top down, with nothing but 
power chords lingering in your vapor trail. 

Ladies and gentlemen...from Philadelphia, PA...The Electric Boa!