The album was raw, immature, and gloriously silly—full of synth stabs, chugging power chords, and song titles like “I Fell in Love With a Ninja Master” and “My Geraldine Lies Over the Delaware.” It was the sound of a band having the time of their lives, not yet burdened by the emotional weight they’d later carry.
When the album finally received the remaster treatment, the audio quality was vastly improved: The album was raw, immature, and gloriously silly—full
Whether you are a casual listener looking back at the roots of your favorite band, or a die-hard collector hunting down the crispest master of these historic tracks, there is no denying the raw, infectious energy of the album. It serves as a reminder that every great band has to start somewhere—and starting by getting "stoked" wasn't a bad way to go. The album was raw