"Hey, dearie! Your mascara's running!"
Question: What's the difference between a slimy vat full of reeking, rotting sewer sludge and the New York Dolls?
Answer: Absolutely nothing.
Let me tell ya - Without question - These despicable, no-talent dregs (aka. The New York Dolls) scraped the absolute bottom of pop music's barrel with this 1973 garbage album.
They were the dizziest of dollies who completely epitomized "glam rock" at its trashiest worst.
Their "make-you-wanna-stick-your-fingers-in-your-ears" music was, indeed, a prime example of some of the most repulsively amateur and sickeningly sloppy songwriting ever believed possible.
I want to be a doll when I grow up! I could never get tired of this music, just fabulous.
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