This record has everything you need for your listening experience: guitars, both strummed and played, music that comes out of both speakers at the same time or simultaneously for you eggheads out there, and last, but not least, it's all on vinyl so you know it still has scratches, pops, and whatever else you music geeks think makes you so much more informed about this crap than anyone else on the street.
This album says all it needs to with that cover. Imagine a flash of fireworks or gun powder, a silhouette of a guitar and that dark mysterious background that begs you to pull this baby out of the sleeve and find out what kind of firepower we're dealing with here? I mean don't call yourself Supersonic, if I don't hear ringing in my ears for days and hide out in my bomb shelter for at least a week. By the by, take it from old Sy, this is pure Mure. If you don't get a call from the cops on this, you need to replace the tubes in your console and stop adding so much ice to those Pink Squirrels. Fireworks by Billy Mure's Supersonic Guitars. Give it a spin. I think you'll find this baby provides plenty of oohs and ahs!