Negative hippie's got his finger on the pulse of Boston! He's hot on false positivists and mop-headed co-eds, jobbers with mandalas who are talking to promoters, co-owners, and over-playing his hand. There must be 50 ways to leave your band. There must be 50 ways to leave your band! Brat poison. Q: Brat poison? A: Brat poison! Brat poison: Go west, young dumbsh**, and put yourself into orbit where verbose is verboten, ferocious? Forgotten. I wanna take a ride on your retro shtick, but it's form-over-content and moreover, nonsense: We're disappointing fill-ins! Just a bunch of spoiled children! We could emulate a sunshine state, but New England's dreamin'! Brat poison. Drum circle jerks take opiates, appropriatin' culture and sh**,