
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
record scratch Yeah, that's me—your girl Flippy, stuck narrating Tag 61's totally tubular origin. So apparently this chrome-throated crooner manifested when some '87 hotshot's ace run harmonized with the sunset? Sure, Jan. Now I'm contractually obligated to tell you this Brady Bunch reject can make discs fly straighter through checks notes "romantic acoustics." Kill me. Can his vocal cords predict my next tree kick?