Adam E. here, and have I got a story for you. Last night I was visited by a man who looked like a younger, more alive George Carlin. He invited me into a telephone booth that supposedly traveled through time. We spent the rest of the evening careening across the space-time continuum. After spending a lot of time in the '90s drinking Crystal Pepsi and hitting each other with slap bracelets, it was time to head back to the now. If you don't believe me, check out these record reviews I brought back with me from the past.
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