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Year in review: 1988
31/08/12 || Lord K Philipson
In a new feature here at GD we will cover a certain year in the most
brilliant manner, enlightening you (of shit you most probably missed out
on) in the process. Sometimes other staffers will chip in with some
tips of albums they think the writer in question forgot about, albums
worthy of being mentioned for one reason or another. Other times it will
be a sole effort, a flawless display that covers everything you need to know about this certain year. Just like the one you will read, respect and love in a second.
Yes, mine.
As Big John McCarthy or Marvin Gaye would say.
19-fucken-88, assholes… My beloved wife Kathrin was 7 years old. She played with Barbie dolls, had a fucken gerbil (which she named “Rat”, real special name for a gerbil, darling…) and started going to school. Me on the other hand, I was on a fucken mission. A mission of metal, getting laid and accomplishing pure domination. A mission I have perfected over the years, but let’s not get ahead of ourselves.
In 1988 I was 15 years old and, like any other 15 year old, didn’t know fucken shit about anything, though I knew everything about everything. This is the year when I recorded my first real demo (home recordings on your cassette player don’t fucken count) in a “studio” (a basement and a portable 4-tracker were the tools, along with a Tibetan-or-something fucko named Tibor Murazombathi. Not sure about the spelling of that idiot’s last name, but fuck it. He sucked, the demo sucked and the sound sucked – so it’s all good. Why do I even remember these things?) and did my first ever live appearance with my band Legacy, not to be confused with the pre-version of Testament who obviously took their moniker from us. Legacy, yeah… I envy the people who watched us that night. On drums they witnessed a great human being who were about to achieve praise and fame as the years passed by. Yes, that drummer was Yours Truly. The reception was mind blowing. All 30 people cheered and had their jaws dropped down to the core of the Earth. The applauds of my performance can still be heard to this day. The Icon had finally arrived.
1988… This is the fucken year when I went and watched Candlemass, Ice Age and Agony destroy Kolingsborg in Stockholm (literally, as Messiah put his foot through the stage floor while doom-dancing). I remember it like it was yesterday. Candlemass killed. Ice Age killed in a girlie kind of way. But most of all, Agony killed the fucken universe and everything in it that evening. R.I.P. Pete, you’ll always be missed. This gig helped shaping what I wanted to do with my life, namely being a musician. March 12th, 1988. Thank you Agony, and thank you Candlemass. Ice Age gets no thanks, though I dug them somewhat at the time. After all – they had tits. And I know tits have inspired me as well when I think about it, so I have to thank Ice Age after all.
I also went and watched my fave band at the time, Slayer, at Fryshuset in Stockholm this year. It was magical. It was absolutely otherworldly. I remember getting Messiah Marcolin’s and some guy (one of the guitarists… Peter, was it?) from 220 Volt’s autographs on my right shoe (yes, I even remember this was the type of shoe I wore. They were fucken in-demand at the time. The great Ross from Immolation still fancies them, which is awesome). But back to Slayer since the topic of shoes seems to be thoroughly dealt with. I have seen them many times since 1988 (Slayer, not the shoes), and I have also watched them sitting on the very stage a few meters away from Hanneman some years back, but this time (1988 still, so you don’t forget), with their best album “South of heaven” having just been released, it was… nirvana. I mean, seriously – take a look at the setlist from this evening:
- South of Heaven
- Raining Blood
- Silent Scream
- At Dawn They Sleep
- Read Between the Lies
- Fight Till Death
- Mandatory Suicide
- Kill Again
- Behind the Crooked Cross
- Postmortem
- Reborn
- Die by the Sword
- Altar of Sacrifice
- Jesus Saves
- Chemical Warfare
- Ghosts of War
- Spill the Blood
- Live Undead
- Angel of Death
N-I-R-V-A-N-A. This concert also helped greatly in shaping what I wanted to do with my life, as previously mentioned – be a musician. September 8th, 1988, was the date. Thank you Slayer.
I also watched these guys at this very gig, but that was a year later so nevermind. Have you noticed that I have mentioned both “nirvana” and “nevermind” in this paragraph? It has nothing to do with nothing, just so you know. Anyways, the mid-80’s to mid-90’s, those were the fucken days. Sorry, I am wandering about, but now we concentrate on the year at hand again. It’s still 1988 so you don’t get all confused and shit.
Lots of awesome albums were released 2 years prior to 1990, we’ll get to that in a bit, and quite a bunch of shit saw the light of day this year:
- The abortion pill RU-486 came to life. It’s a shame it didn’t surface a few years earlier which could have prevented this… eh… thing to come to life and release albums.
- Prozac was introduced to mankind and we all became happier than ever. That’s probably why we could tolerate this a few years later.
- The nutritious and very healthy drug crack started to rear its beautiful head this year. Maybe that is the reason this could bring music to the masses?
- In ’88; 35 people died in the Clapham Rail Crash.
- Soviet’s Red Army withdraws from Afghanistan. Afghanistan’s been real stable since, no?
- The phenomenon known as Mr. Big formed. They eventually gave us the best song ever, so we should be very thankful that 1988 decided to show the fuck up after 1987.
- The USS Vincennes shoots down Iranian passenger jet Flight 655. Unintentionally, of course. It’s always unintentional when passenger jets get shot the fuck down. So weird.
- Prince Charles escapes avalanche in Switzerland (and shits his pants in the process). This sure is something very important in the grand scheme of things.
- Crocodile Dundee II premieres. Crucial information, fuckos. What I can’t teach you – Croc Man can. Go watch it. Now. It’s right up there with movies such as “Seven”, “Schindler’s list” and Braveheart”.
FIY, I know all of these things happened in 1988 becoz I am wise. No Google for me. Seriously. I could bring up a few hundred things that happened this glorious year, but what I will (finally) focus on here are (some of) the albums that really had an impact on me and my life in 1988, ranked in order of personal (duh!) importance. I might have forgotten some essential pieces, perhaps Iron Maiden’s “Seventh son” should have gotten a nomination, f.e., but hey… What’s the fun in getting everything right the first time? Just think back on the first time you dove headfirst into the poontang – didn’t work out too fucken well, now did it… See what I mean?
You can view everything written above as the intro, coz that’s what it is. This 1988 coverage wasn’t planned to be such a massive wall of a text, but hey – someone needs to educate you dipshits and it’s hard to do in just a few sentences (especially since you guys are borderline retarded). Anyways, be grateful.
So, buckle up, grab your cock and enjoy the fucken ride, you worthless but semi-beautiful sons of wart bearing whores. These are the most important albums released in 1988, with some choice comments on their looks from, pretty much/maybe (who gives a fuck about research anyways?), the time of releasing said albums.
1. Agony: The first defiance
The Kings. The Legends. Agony. They did just about everything right on this album and made me a lifelong fan in the process. “The first defiance” is a case study in how to do thrash metal. Sure, they were not the first, but they were/are among the best. Never will Sweden see another band of this caliber. Many have tried, all of them have failed.
I have pointed out in my Class666 coverage what it is that makes this recording so special. As to not repeat myself (which I have already done, damnit…), I suggest you go read that piece. Lemme just say that never will Sweden see another band of this caliber. Many have tried, all of them have failed. In case you missed it: never will Sweden see another band of this caliber. Many have tried, all of them have failed.
I love you, Agony. I truly love you. If you were a fucken chick with great tits I would marry you. I deserve you and you deserve me. Thanx for the sweet audio-sex. I am still cumming, you beautiful little sluthole.
Don’t you dare to think that this amount of hair in one picture is the work of some shitty US glam band. Agony could sport the do’s, white sneakers, jeans and Mercyful fate shirts with the best of them. They could do absolutely nothing wrong.
- Recommended track of greatness: “Storm of the apocalypse”
2. Slayer: South of heaven
Dear Slayer,
I thought you fucken blew the first time I heard you on “Hell awaits”. Sure, I dug that heavy-ass intro with those heavy-ass toms going boom-boom all night long, but… then you started playing so fucken fast. I had never heard anything quite like it. But you know, Slayer, one day it dawned on me that the fast shit was absolutely incredible! It just happened like that and I was hooked like a Polish prostitute on smack and peanut butter. You guys fucken brought it.
Sure, “Show no mercy” isn’t all too fucken hot and no one gives a fuck about that album, really. But after “Hell awaits” you did “Reign in blood”. That one was faster than anything in the world, dangit!!! But it also had some incredibly awesome tunes. I started to love you right there and then, but it was with “South of heaven” where you put it all together. I will forever be grateful to you for releasing such a masterpiece._
Everyone know this is your best album, but it’s the norm to claim “RIB” is it. I know you agree with me on “SOH”, though, so once again – thank you for a musical milestone and a huge inspiration to my life as a musician.
Even thought you kinda suck nowadays I will always be your humble servant.
/ K
Kerry King once had hair. Seriously. And fact is, he had hair when Slayer were at the top of their game. Once he shaved that shit off the music started to become quite boring. I say grow that half-mullet back and get me another “South of heaven”.
- Recommended track of greatness: “South of heaven”
3. Znöwhite: Act of god
What an album. And no one fucken knows about it except for me and Grind-Ove. And no one loves it but me and Grind-Ove. That Grind-Ove fucko is sure a good guy, obviously. On “Act of god” Znöwhite delivers some amazing thrash with chick vocals that are killer all around. In female metal we have the Doro Peschs, Angela Gossows, Leif Edlings, Vixens, Bon Jovis and so forth and so on, but there’s only one Nicole Lee, and she was in fucken Znöwhite. Nicole takes a menstrual piss’n‘poo on all the competition for this kind of music.
The fact Znöwhite weren’t bigger than they were (or even big at all) is a fucken embarrassment to the world of metal. This album is shockful of thrash hits and great playing along with awesome tunes and a great production for its time. I bet Nicole’s like 400 years old today, but I’ll have her kids any day of the week. Wait, that didn’t come out right… And I fucken hate kids, so forget about it. I wish I could link to a review here at GD for this album, but of course we don’t have one.
One black giant, one chick and 2 other leather jacket wearing muthafuckers are responsible for one of the best fucken thrash albums you never knew about.
- Recommended track of greatness: “Something wicked (this way comes)”
4. Candlemass: Ancient dreams
“Ancient dreams” is one of the classic 4 albums by Candlemass, and the one main man Leif seems to like the least of those 4. This is very weird to me. It’s full of killer material and the production is awesome. It’s the perfect third album where third albums usually are the hard ones for a band, as the saying goes. They did nothing wrong here and I don’t really understand why it gets so little love from Leif. I believe he says it was rushed. It doesn’t sound like it. To me it sounds like the mentioned masterpiece it is.
“Ancient dreams” is the third best in Candlemass’ discography (after ‘Epicus’ and ‘Nightfall’ respectively) and if you’re not a fan of the imminent doom presented here – YOU MUST DIE. I put that in CAPITALS so you understand the importance of what I said. The fact that Candlemass started to lose it after ‘Tales of creation’ is another story. Sure, they have redeemed themselves a little with their later albums, but nothing comes close to “Ancient dreams” and the ones before it. That is fucken fact. Yeah, I know… I have said all of this before, but fuck me if I could come up with new shit every time I write something. Shut up and be happy I care about you as much as to give you these awesome paragraphs of superior writing. I forgive you for being ignorant. And ugly.
Some more choice words about later Candlemass albums can be found here, here and here.
If I were drummer Jan Lindh (2nd on the left) I would do anything within my power to erase this picture from the archives. The only one who can live with this shot is guitarist/superhero Lars (1st on the left). He had that incredibly shiny and awesome hair that chicks love and guys wish they had. That, and he plays guitar better then you ever will.
- Recommended track of greatness: “Darkness in paradise”
5. Testament: The new order
After loving “The legacy” for quite some time I stumbled upon this record out of nowhere at a store in the Swedish shithole city Södertälje. This was before the Internet, fuckos, things were different back then. You didn’t get all the albums presented to you on a monitor, you found them in record stores (most of you don’t even know what a record store is).
Anyways, as I saw this one in all its glory I literally pissed myself out of joy. I bought it (or more likely my mom did, it’s not like you make a shitload of cash when you’re a non-drug dealing 15 year old) and I just looked at the album art in the car on the way home for 2 hours. I loved the fucken thing without even hearing it. The brilliant logo, the blue cover… Fucken Testament, dudes… They were the shizzle on the fizzle in the rizzle dizzle, you know.
When I finally put it on my record player it didn’t leave it for many, many weeks. This was all I listened to, day in and day out, for a long time. Without a doubt Testament’s best fucken effort and a piece of recording I will always treasure. At the time of writing this we appreciate both “The legacy” and “The new order” so fucken much we don’t even have them covered in our archives. That’s a fucken achievement right there. Someone better redeem that. We got pretty much all of their other fucken albums down though. Here’s one. Here’s another. And another. And another. And another. And another. And another. And the last one.
I’m not sure what these guys were thinking upon the time of this photoshoot. Testament aren’t supposed to look like a boy band a’la New Kids On The Block with guitars. Especially Louie’s (bottom left) look is frightening.
- Recommended track of greatness: “Disciples of the watch”
6. Metallica: …And justice for all
Everyone who heard this one for the first time was completely floored by the amazing production. Those kicks were just sounding insane and all kinds of rumours as for how to get that clicky sound floated around in the underground. You could put a 5 SEK coin to the bass drum head and use a wooden kick for optimal effect. I did that. A lot of people did that. It sounded ok, but it didn’t sound like Lars Ulrich’s kick. I wonder why… Another reason to hate Lars, only back in 1988 everyone loved him. I know, it sounds extremely weird. People actually loved Lars at one point of his life. Brr…
The production on “Justice” hasn’t aged too fucken well over the years, a well-known issue to say the least. I still like the sound of this album, despite it having no bottom or bass whatsoever. What it does hold, though, is some great fucken tunes. “Justice” is the last album where the “old Metallica” still had some glimpses of “old Metallica” on it. Ok, the black album’s got its moments (and the fantastic production) too, but “Justice” has got better songs, thrashier songs, heavier songs. They were still vital here, Metallica were.
This is a great fucken piece of music, and weren’t it for the fact that the “new Metallica” is a bunch of incompetent hacks (mainly Lars Ulrich. James and Kirk are awesome guitarists and Rob can play the bass too, I guess), a re-recording of this one with today’s technology would have been great. Just don’t use James vocals of latter years. Keep the ones from the original recording, coz fuck knows his voice has turned to absolute garbage. Either way, “…And justice for all” is a killer album and a personal 1988 thrash milestone for centuries to come. Wanna read more GD coverages of this once-great band? Here you go:
This one has “Kill” in the title. This one has “Lightning” in the title. This one has “Master” in the title. This one has “Justice” in the title. This one doesn’t really have a title per se. This one is one of the worst albums ever recorded by a band of this magnitude. Oh, and there’s some album with “Garage” in it as well. They have some other albums too, but we obviously never gave a fuck about those.
When Metallica looked like this they sure knew what the fuck they were doing. Then it eventually turned into this and we were all fucked big time.
- Recommended track of greatness: “Harvester of sorrow”
7. Helloween: Keeper of the seven keys II
Back in the day, Helloween weren’t really considered to be a cheesy
band. These guys meant business. I loved them. I actually worshiped them
from the moment I heard “Balls Walls of Jericho”. I thought
it sucked that Kai stopped singing and they brought in some unknown
fucko named Michael Kiske. Until I heard him on the first “Keeper”
album. I loved Kai’s vocals (no matter how shitty they actually were)
but Michael Kiske… he really made this band shine.
The first 2 “Keeper” albums are phenomenal (don’t even mention
there’s a third one). And, you know, you have to be a fan of a band
who’s got “hell” in their moniker, especially when you’re but 15 years
old. I will always love the golden era of Helloween and I will always
think the Michael Weikath of today is a complete, irrelevant cunt tool.
But create music he can once could, as is shown on this piece right here. But Kai’s material was always better. More Helloween on GD here and here.
Crazy hair, crazy poses, crazy band. This photo just speaks CRAZY! I especially like Weicunt’s finger-to-the-head thing. It’s like he’s making it clear that “- Inside here: nothing but vacuum.”
- Recommended track of greatness: “March of time”
8. Sanctuary: Refuge denied
I was never particularly fond of Megadeth. They had a few decent tunes, and that was that. When “Refuge denied” caught my interest in the record store in Strängnäs, Sweden, it was becoz it had this sticker on it saying something like “Dave Mustaine – producer/faggot/delusional/jackass/jerkoff, etc”. I don’t know why, but I took a listen to it despite me not liking Megadeth much.
Sanctuary had me at fucken hello.
Warrel Dane sounded amazing and the songs spoke volumes to me. I had found myself another fave band. “Refuge denied” is a beauty, and the best thing is they got even better on the follow-up. Then it all turned to shit; Warrel’s vocals, Nevermore, yadda yadda yadda… Fuck it all. Since we haven’t covered either of the 2 Sanctuary albums here at GD (we are consistent as fuck with our fave releases, you know), there’s no links for you to click. Unless you want to read about Nevermore, I’m sure we have something by those guys. But I am not linking coz Nevermore can suck it.
Nothing wrong with this one. As standard as it gets apart from one thing – Warrel Dane’s anti-afro. I remember that was the longest hair I had ever seen when I saw this pic. He should be proud. Later he changed it into half the length and a cowboy hat. Failure.
- Recommended track of greatness: “Termination force”
9. Forbidden: Forbidden evil
I am so old I actually interviewed Russ Anderson in Fagersta, Sweden, back in 1989 for my fanzine Hypnosia. This was when the guys were touring for their “Forbidden evil” album and were about to release “Twisted into form”. A few weeks prior to this gig I bought this, their debut, based solely on the cover; 2 fag skulls at full speed, about to make out in a colorful explosion of pinkish and blue. I just had to have it. I mean, I prolly wore Anthrax shorts at the time, there were no limits to the madness. Buying albums based on pink and blue cover art was the most natural thing.
To be perfectly serious, I mostly bought it becoz they supported Sacred Reich whose “Surf Nicaragua” EP I adored, but since it’s but an EP I decided to let it fuck off from this list. Consider this an honorable mention though, coz it did mean quite a bit to me) at the gig I referred to earlier. And yes, the cover did play a part in the purchase. I took a listen to it and Forbidden fucken floored me completely. They floored me to the extent I even bought their live album some time later, and who the fuck buys live albums anyways? Whatever. Sure, “Twisted into form” is a fuckton better than “Forbidden evil”, but the impact their debut had on me can’t be overlooked.
They were one of my faves back in the days of 1988, and they became one of my absolute fave bands at the time with “Twisted into form”. Here’s some more GD coverage on Forbidden.
It’s obvious Forbidden meant business. I like how Russ is having his jacket on the shoulder so he can show off his hand painted Forbidden (Evil) logo patches which his mom sew unto the jacket. Awesome work. We’ve all been there.
- Recommended track of greatness: “Chalice of blood”
10. Atrophy: Socialized Hate
Another one of these awesome bands that never got anywhere. Once again I bought my copy of “Socialized hate” solely based on the cover and the logo (and the fact the ad said “thrash metal!”). You just didn’t get disappointed with your purchases some decades ago. Well, unless you bought something with Holy Terror – those guys suck it. But these guys, Atrophy, thrashed and slashed with the best of them and I even painted their logo on my white denim vest that I wore to school. I was a bad muthafucker. No one gave a fuck about Atrophy, no matter how much I explained to them that they could be the next Metallica. They were that good.
“Socialized hate” is still a fine fucken monument of the peak that thrash metal had in this time and age. They deserved success but they didn’t get it, just like countless of other awesome bands of this era. As great as “Socialized hate” was/is, they became even better with their follow-up “Violent by nature”. The exact same formula used by a million other bands. Seems like you should start off releasing your second album right off the bat instead of making a debut (exception: Agony). I know, I am a fucken genius.
If you have missed out on Atrophy you have missed out on a great fucken thrash band. Fact. Understand. Redeem yourself. The only chick worthy of being part of GD’s staff covered this album in a full review before she bailed on us. We still love the little slut though.
Here we got an overload of FAIL/SUCCESS! when it comes to band photos. There’s no limit to the amazing set of hair-do’s here. Just look at the guy to the far left. Then look at everyone else. Then understand it’s taken inside a photo studio. And still, they got away with it without killing anyone in the process. As far as I know anyways.
- Recommended track of greatness: “Killing machine”
11. Nuclear Assault: Survive
If you listen to Nuclear Assault’s older albums today you will notice they are not very good, really. But still they are fantastic. That’s how it works sometimes. John’s vocals are pretty fucken hideous, but still they are awesome. How is that possible? I had the privilege to catch these guys live back in the late 80’s (can’t remember what album they toured on though), and they killed it. Thrash was at its biggest and Nuclear Assault were hot as fuck at the time. Acid Reign supported them. That was a great evening. I could have included Acid Reign’s “Moshkinstein” EP on this list, even though it blows. I think Dark Angel played as headliners on this gig as well. Can’t really remember. Never gave a fuck about Dark Angel. Again, wandering about… Oh, the memories.
Anyways, everything by NA up ‘til “Survive” is some muthafucken fine thrash metal with the occasional goofy tune (“Hang the pope” or “PSA”, anyone?). I worshiped them. Mayhaps not for very long, but they sure made a huge impact in my younger years. Yes, I had their logo painted on my white denim vest as well. Here you can read about another Nuclear Assault album we saw fit to be on GD.
It looks like a part of Dan Lilker’s (top) hair decided to move to the dude to the right’s skull. Scary shit right there. Dan looks exactly the same today. I salute the guy. A true hero.
- Recommended track of greatness: “Fight to be free”
12. Yngwie J. Malmsteen: Odyssey
Take any fucken album from Yngwie and I’ll say they are among the best efforts ever released, regardless of genre. All of them. Except, they aren’t (didn’t I say this about Nuclear Assault just a second ago?). “Odyssey” is amazing. It’s no “Rising force” or “Marching out”, but it’s still fucken amazing. If you could do to your penis what The Big Y can do to his guitars, you’d be re-inventing masturbation 24/7.
This guy is a legend and should be remembered and utterly respected for what he is: THE MUTHAFUCKEN G-GOAT! The Greatest Guitarist Of All Time. You fools mentioning Ritchie Blackmore, Jimi Hendrix, Leif Edling, The Great Kat, Tony Iommi and bla bla bla… You know nothing. Before guitars there was Yngwie. Guitars were created for Yngwie. Yngwie perfected playing the guitar. All of you who play guitar do it in debt to Yngwie. “Odyssey” is just one example of millions when it comes to this man’s greatness. Worship him. And don’t forget to read all these other articles we have on the legend himself.
There is nothing to say about Yngwie’s hair or pictures. It’s all perfect on all accounts. All the time.
- Recommended track of greatness: “Krakatau”
13. Marty Friedman: Dragon’s kiss
Considering I can’t play solos for shit, isn’t it weird that we have not one, but two guitarists representing the last 2 spots on this list? I know, it makes absolutely no sense, but that’s how it is. Marty Friedman was introduced to me by a friend (a great guitarist actually, who never made fuck-much out of himself) and I fell in love with this album in an instant. I played a little guitar myself on the side of being a drummer, and guys like Yngwie and Marty showed me that I had a long way to go if I wanted to fiddle with The Metal Axe Of Death in the future. I told them (not personally, in thought) to go fuck themselves. I wasn’t going to play any solos, I decided to be a damn good rhythm guitarist instead.
I succeeded.
Fuck you drums, welcome guitars. Both Marty and Yngwie should thank me for carrying their torch forward. Marty later joined Megadeth which had me not give a shit about him anymore. But “Dragon’s kiss” is full of awesome guitar work and anyone into passionate guitar music is bound to enjoy it. If you don’t, then you suck it. Oh, and we have no GD articles on Marty Friedman. Simply becoz no one likes this fucken guy. Blame the hair and his stint in Megasuck.
Dan Lilker’s twin brother when it comes to hair, only Marty’s a bit more taken care of. Doesn’t matter, it still looks like something a poodle would sport. And be ashamed of. That includes the gay jacket. And the gay guitar. And the gay t-shirt. And the overall gay extravaganza. Gay poodles FTW.
- Recommended track of greatness: “Dragon mistress”
Honorable mentions of other fine albums released in 1988 that I definitely listened to but ultimately didn’t make this list becoz I had to draw the line somewhere:
- Coroner – Punishment for decadence
- Death – Leprosy
- Destruction – Release from agony
- Flotsam And Jetsam – No place for disgrace
- Hexenhaus – A tribute to insanity
- King Diamond – Them
- Pestilence – Malleus maleficarum
- Queensrÿche – Operation: Mindcrime
- Tankard – The morning after
- Vendetta – Brain damage
- Vio-Lence – Eternal nightmare
There you go, children. Thank me for educating you losers on the year of 1988. I was there. You were not.
I win again.
Update: Forumer Shane Embury’s Ballsack has been cool enough to hand over some tunes off this list to be played in Spotify. Not all of my recommendations could be found, but at least these ones can be enjoyed. Thanx a fucken ton for swinging that one together, man.
