Another snotty classic from Lynton Donovan. $ A Ride should make him a household name in certain rundown, roughshod areas. It should make him a lot of extra dough as well, but much like the devil-only-cares attitude he carries with each subsequent release as Sacred Product, Quemada matches it in kind with a delivery system that feels akin to walking down a maze of alleys to meet your man. That’s the meandering post-punk static at play once more with Donovan’s chapped upper lip delivery. $ A Ride turns the mundane of the everyday into futbol anthems, best sang piss drunk and at maximum lung capacity.
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