Wall of Voodoo can truly be L.A.'s version of the Fleshtones. Not as cool as the B-52's, not as dirty as the Cramps, not as tortured as the Gun Club. They had a good time, I guess. This point is obvious nowadays. "Mexican Radio" is their silly single (though I hope to write a piece of pop music as good). "Back in the Flesh," "Can't Make Love," and "Tomorrow" predate David Fincher's "Fight Club" in terms on culture rebellion, sexual roles, freedom as a commodity and social claustrophobia. I have nothing else to say. If you don't like what I say, then go listen to the Circle Jerks (who I love anyway).
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