By design, there is not a lot to say about garage-rock lyrics in general, and Left Arm is no different: some girls are hot, some hot girls are troublesome and rock & roll is our only salvation. The words may be space-fillers, but the delivery of the songs (sung by all three members) embodies the grit, energy and recklessness of the music. The best of the bunch is the Jello Biafra-meets-the-Cramps stomp of "Gotta Go," in which Potter exhorts the crowd to anoint themselves with "the holy barbecue sauce of rock & roll." In that case, call me a pork steak and bring on the Maull's.
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