"Nitro. Astro. Boogeyman from space. My name is Sonny Smith. This is a Sonny And The Sunsets recording. We started a label. Rocks in Your Head Records, named after a record shop I used to spend time in, in Soho New York two decades ago that uplifted me in a way only old record stores can. The first release is this record, Hairdressers From Heaven. We are going to put out some records that would end up in that old store. Some weird bands, some fictional bands, some real bands. San Francisco has taken hits. Clubs have closed. Artists have left. People have made eulogies-this is something up which we cannot put! There are good bands in this city. There are great artists making bizarre shit. There are underground happenings. There are secret shows. There are artists in the streets duking it out with Nazis. Shit is going down. The corporate bulldozers ran through the city and they are still driving around demolishing the place. These tanks are called Death and they bring a foul stench. I don't mean maybe the city will drift into a long sleep with a hollow snore. Humbly, this label is our version of throwing nails at the tank tires." -Sonny Smith
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"Nitro. Astro. Boogeyman from space. My name is Sonny Smith. This is a Sonny And The Sunsets recording. We started a label. Rocks in Your Head Records, named after a record shop I used to spend time in, in Soho New York two decades ago that uplifted me in a way only old record stores can. The first release is this record, Hairdressers From Heaven. We are going to put out some records that would end up in that old store. Some weird bands, some fictional bands, some real bands. San Francisco has taken hits. Clubs have closed. Artists have left. People have made eulogies-this is something up which we cannot put! There are good bands in this city. There are great artists making bizarre shit. There are underground happenings. There are secret shows. There are artists in the streets duking it out with Nazis. Shit is going down. The corporate bulldozers ran through the city and they are still driving around demolishing the place. These tanks are called Death and they bring a foul stench. I don't mean maybe the city will drift into a long sleep with a hollow snore. Humbly, this label is our version of throwing nails at the tank tires." -Sonny Smith
