Sid opens this calamity with the line'Turn up this microphone, so I can sing...', well, mate, they turned up the mic, then what happened?
Backed by the Idols, the remnants of the New York Dolls, who were actually quite well rehearsed, Sid tries to walk n talk it, but fails miserably.
Don't get me wrong..I loved this guy, and worshipped him, until he tried to become something(someone) he couldn't live up to.
Anyway, the sound is garbage, the mix is all over the place, and the choice of covers poor.That said, its a snap shot of NYC punk, recorded at Max's, my favourite place, and a reminder of how good he could've been. He coulda been a contender...