"Kill me Hollywood/Bite me rabid star/Cut me into a billion pieces/Run me over in your hundred grand car" Lynyrd Nimoy is: breakneck drums/in your face screaming, vibrant vocals/quick, inventive bass lines/overdriven fuzz tone guitars from pedal boards that are a tad oversized//broken cymbals/shredded bass strings/lyrics addressing the issues of outer space civilizations and interpersonal conflict (love songs at 11)/fastest hands in the west/dirt grunge area credibility (Pacific Northwest)/songs about grandmothers and lyrics from the well/searing lead lines (by a female)/nicely dressed folks with crass behavior/phone jacking the jukebox at a 3AM diner/bluetooth in a room of one's own/bleeding hearts in the patriarchy/Matt Andre Claire/clean!