Gonna be a Red Clay Strays kinda day...
And if ya got an hour and a half to kill:
And if ya got an hour and a half to kill:
In high school I don't remember a single friend of mine listening to Blue Oyster Cult. They knew who they were but nobody was in to them. I thought they were better than most of the metal bands getting played at the time. Maybe their lyrics were a bit too disparate.