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Are you getting bored with the same old car you've had for years now? Looking for a way to make driving fun again? Don't spend money on a fancy paint job or new leather upholstery or even a deluxe car wash. Just pick up a copy of Even Better Times, slip it on into the CD player and BAM -- your vehicle is immediately transformed into the ultimate four-wheeled party machine!*** YOU NEED THIS! NOW!
*** Does not apply to any that ends in the letter "A", i.e. Hyundai Elantra, Kia Optima, Nissan Altima, etc.
Includes immediate download of 5-track album in the high-quality format of your choice (MP3, FLAC, and more), plus unlimited mobile access using the free Bandcamp listening app.
Bud Bronson is the raging hellfire of a Friday night. Bud Bronson drives an '88 Ford Bronco and never gets his oil changed. Bud Bronson lives in his parents basement, but his parents are out of town for the weekend. Bud Bronson buys beer for the underage kids at the liquor store. Bud Bronson's palm is a coozie. Bud Bronson has postponed all hangovers until after death. Bud Bronson does not care for Chuck Norris jokes. Bud Bronson is old enough to know better, but too young to care. Bud Bronson is the sum of man's most carnal, indulgent, primal desires, and he will not apologize for having a good time.
released 30 January 2014
B.B.G.T. is Andrew Gordon, Austen Grafa, Brian Beer and Luke Gottlieb. "Even Better Times" was recorded by Cody Noha, mixed by Cody Noha and BBGT on Cody's Tascam 388, and mastered by Chris Fogal at Black in Bluhm Studios.
I DON’T WANNA GO TO DINNER AT THE JOHNSON’S HOUSE. I DON’T WANNA PLAY GOLF WITH THE GUYS FROM WORK.. I DON’T WANNA WORK OUT, I DON’T WANNA SHAKE HANDS, I DON’T WANNA DO ANYTHING I GOTTA DO JUST TO GET AHEAD. SO I LEFT THE SUBURBS LIKE A REAL BADASS. I GOT AN ’88 BRONCO AND I’M WEARING ALL BLACK. THE COPS ARE ON MY TRAIL BUT I AIN’T SWEATING THAT. THEY CAN FOLLOW ME TO HELL, HONEY, I AIN’T TURNING BACK.. I DON’T WANNA BE SAVED. GUYS, I KNOW TIMES CAN GET KINDA TOUGH WHEN IT GETS DARK EARLY AND WE’RE WORKING TOO MUCH. WE’RE ALL SUFFERING, WE’RE ALWAYS SUFFERING. ARRRGHHHHHH! BUT I GOT ROOM IN THE BACK OF MY TRUCK, I’LL COME AND PICK YOU UP, WE’RE NEVER TURNING BACK, WE DON’T WANNA BE SAVED. WHEN THE SUN GETS REPLACED BY NEON LIGHTS, WE’LL SLAP HIGH-FIVE AND STEP OUTSIDE. AND WE AIN’T NEVER TURNING BACK TO WHAT WE’VE LEFT BEHIND.
Track Name: Calling Maria
HEY DAVID, HOW ARE YOU? MY NAME IS DIMITRI VICTOROTAS. WHY THE FUCK WERE YOU CALLING MARIA LAST NIGHT AT 2:30 IN THE MORNING? JUST ANSWER MY QUESTION FOR ME. IF NOT, I’LL HAVE TO COME OVER THERE AND FIND OUT MYSELF. I KNOW YOU LIVE ON 2ND STREET AND I’LL FUCKING... I’LL PRY A LITTLE MORE, MY FRIEND. BUT JUST ANSWER ME AND LET ME KNOW WHY YOU WERE CALLING HER. DID SHE GIVE YOU HER NUMBER? IS SHE FUCKING FUCKING AROUND ON ME? HELP ME OUT HERE A LITTLE BIT, BUDDY. PEACE.
Track Name: Summer of Sass
SASS, YOU DROVE WEST IN YOUR MOM’S OLD SUBARU. DON’T LET THAT MILE HIGH AIR GET THE BEST OF YOU. YOU GOT FOUR-WHEEL DRIVE, YOU’RE GUNNA FIT RIGHT IN. I KNOW DENVER AIN’T QUITE NEW YORK, BUT WE GOT PRAYER FLAGS ON EVERY OTHER FRONT PORCH AND A GIANT MUSTANG FROM HELL GUARDING THE AIRPORT. SUMMER OF SASS. GOOD TIMES WERE HERE TO STAY THEN GONE SO FAST. DURING THE WEEK, MAN, I THOUGHT YOU WERE GONE. UNTIL FRIDAY NIGHT YOU’D SHOW UP AT THE MATCHBOX. THEN WE’D WALK DOWN LARIMER LIKE THE CITY WAS OURS. AND IT WOULD END THE SAME EVERY SINGLE TIME. WE’D BE LOOKING FOR LOVE BUT WE’D SETTLE FOR A SLICE. HEY MAN, IT’S ALRIGHT, WE’LL JUST GET ‘EM NEXT TIME. SUMMER OF SASS. GOOD TIMES WERE HERE TO STAY THEN GONE SO FAST. SASS YOU CAME OUT WEST, PISSED OFF MY FRIENDS, PACKED UP AND LEFT. IT WAS THE SUMMER OF SASS. NOW LOOKING BACK, I’D DO IT ALL AGAIN, I STILL LOVE YOU MAN. IT WAS THE SUMMER OF SASS.
Track Name: The Good Times Are Here To Stay, Pt. II
AARON’S DAD, HE LOVED THAT LEBARON JUST LIKE IT WAS HIS THIRD SON. TOP DOWN, DRIVING ROUND ALL SUMMER LONG. BUT MAYOR MORGAN WAS A MAN OF THE PEOPLE. YEAH, HE WAS REALLY ONE OF US. DROVE AROUND IN A BROWN UPS TRUCK.. KICK-ASS CARS AND KILLER NIGHTS, FLYING HIGH FOREVER STARS AND STRIPES, LIVING FREE UNTIL THE DAY WE DIE. I DON’T EVER WANNA HEAR YOU SAY, “MAN I MISS THOSE GLORY DAYS.” THE GOOD TIMES ARE HERE TO STAY. CRUISING DOWN TEXOMA PARKWAY, FLIPPING OFF ALL THE COPS. MAKING OUT IN THE TACO BELL PARKING LOT. THERE’S GUNNA BE A FIGHT TONIGHT BEHIND THE OLD MIDWAY MALL. I THINK ZACH SAID SOMETHING ABOUT BILLY’S MOM. NOW IF THIS ALL SEEMS TO GOOD TO BE LITTLE MORE THAN JUVENILLE FANTASY, WELL I GOT NO CHOICE BUT TO BELIEVE. THAT OUR BEST DAYS ARE AHEAD OF US. STAY POSITIVE, HOLD YOUR HEAD UP. I DON’T REALLY CARE IF DYLAN’S VOICE IS GONE, ME AND YOU WILL STAY FOREVER YOUNG. WE WERE SUBURBAN KIDS WITH MODEST DREAMS TO BE SMALL TOWN KINGS AND NEVER LEAVE. IN OUR PARENTS CARS, WE RULED THE STREETS, WINDOWS ROLLED DOWN IN THE SUMMER HEAT. NOW WE’RE LOOKING BACK WITH BEER BELLIES, CROOKED GRINS, HAZY MEMORIES. I WAS MOVING TOO FAST TO EVER STOP AND SEE I’D END UP SOMEHWERE DIFFERENT THAN I THOUGHT I’D BE. WE GOTTA FORGET WEST VS. EAST AND KEEP IT GOING CROSS-COUNTRY. LIVIN’ OFF THE FAT OF THE LAND OF THE FREE. AND WHEN MY BODY FAILS ME, AND YOUR ASHES SAIL THROUGH THE BREEZE, FROM THE HIGHEST MOUNTAIN WE WILL SCREAM, “THERE’LL BE NO END TO YOU AND ME.”