I don’t believe it, but I like it

This kid looks like the love child of Lemmy and someone who doesn’t look like Lemmy, lucky for him.

Now the dude is storming his way through the rock mainstays, and they don’t really require explanation or praise, except maybe those fanny kickers he’s got wrapped around his feet. Nevertheless there is problem. He doesn’t pull the look off. I know he worries about how to talk to girls, the acne on his back and how he once saw a dog piss itself in fear when attacked by a mutt twice its size. Those insecurities just undermine that pose and those peeper protectors like you wouldn’t believe… cornfed.

You know what though? It’s ok, because pulling it off is a step up from getting away with and your all over the latter Mr. Elmo from Helsinki, mostly thanks to those leather pipes…