There's something about 80s cholocore that's addictive to me. In Uncle Slam's caught case, the crossover is usually upper midpace with ridiculously high school hesher lyrics (one song is even groove-metal rap). Each track is honed for supreme pit power, with airy production and riffs that chuggily shank you like broken 40s. And they were on Caroline. Fuckin' CAROLINE (for the millennials, that's a fat juicy 'member berry to old fucks). Throw on a white t-shirt and iron that bandana, tonight...you SLAM! http://www.mediafire.com/file/ptf9q3p6i44su0i/UNCLE_SLAM_-_Say_Uncle_1988.zip
