Sealed.

spencer and co came out and rocked hard from the get-go. the explosion was tight-they made a hell of a noise for a three piece. bass would have done nothing but get in the way. these guys were smokin-white-hot-tuned to the same primal sourcespencer was the man, the focus, conducting the band with his free arm between bursts and flurries of guitar, judah was the young savage-hands all blurred, possessor of his own six-string style. russell simins dwarfed his kit as he pounded the skins furiously
they were right on the money, seemingly acting upon some innate urge over which they had no control. the blues explosion stomped on everyones ass, rocking shit down to its core again and agian and just when i thought that it couldnt get any crazier, any more out of control, spencer would lean back and magically activate his feedback device which screamed like some souped-up vacuum cleaner. they rocked with that thing howlin away for another spat, further expanding the sonic threshold. crazy.
the explosion celebrated life with rock n roll spirit raging inside their souls.
herb hits (bad vibe magazine)

Side One
1 Afro
2 History of Lies
3 Backslider
4 Soul Letter
5 Soul Typecast

Side Two
1 Pant Leg
2 Hey Mom
3 Big Road
4 Train #2
5 Inside the World of the Blues Explosion
6 The World of Sex