At the time Atlanta's Black Lips recorded Let It Bloom, the members were barely into their twenties, though they had already toured the US and Europe several times, released two albums, lost a lead guitarist in a car crash, built a rabid cult following and earned a reputation as one of the wildest live bands around. You don't want to stand too close to the stage at a Black Lips performance violence, nudity, arson and projectile vomiting are staples of their show. This grimy and chaotic garage-punk quartet truly doesn't give a fuck, something they've proved, intentionally or not, time and time again. Sea of Blasphemy, Can't Dance, Boomerang, Hippie Hippie Hoorah, Not a Problem, Gung Ho, Everybody's Doin' It, Feeling Gay, Take Me Home (Back to Boone), Gentle Violence, She's Gone, Fairy Stories, Dirty Hands, Workin', Punk Slime, Emphassant
