Epsilons Quash Mavericks Woes

(Nice yarmulke.)

Last night's NBA finals game was severely disheartening for a keen Mavs fan like me. Josh Howard, why, oh why did you call that time out? Why oh why does Dwyane Wade exist in this world? Why couldn't we make our free throws in overtime? Sighs all around. Yet, I keep the faith. We can take our last two games at home. FAITH!

So what's a gal to do? Take off work and go to Six Flags with a group of friends, of course. And listen to some wacky silly angry garage punk by Epsilons.



Their combined aged is 70, and their lyrics are horrifically funny. It's nothing earth-shaking or momentous, and if you know my taste, Epsilons really don't fit in anywhere. But isn't it fun to channel some frustration through impressionable young teenaged kids and their bands every so often? Sure.

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