While working in retail hell, CKY’s Vol. 1 was like sonic comfort food. It was a genre-bending masterpiece from start to finish and whenever it’d pop up in ye olde 5-disc changer an instant shit eating grin would form on my 20-something face. Add the visuals of my manager scrambling to reach the stereo from wherever they were in time to skip “My Promiscuous Daughter” (IYKYK) before it blasted out to a full store and the kinds of joy that record brought (And still bring) are endless.

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