I discovered the Dead Milkmen like I suspect many did who were not there as they emerged; browsing the wares at National Record Mart for weirdo band names and outrageous song titles, trying to find any exit possible from “We Built This City,” overplayed heartland rock and mall-radio polish. Somehow the “D” section had all this pre-teen needed: D.R.I., Devo, Dead Kennedys, Dead Milkmen. What’s this? A big lizard? In the backyard? A bitchin’ Camar…
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