In the climactic scene, "No-Job" Hoffman uses his last remaining Breath Of Life to reanimate the lifeless, and entirely non-existent, corpse of John Oteri. Then he returns to his evil lair, accompanied only by his faithful sockpuppetshenchmansockpuppets henchman Claus.
POB is unrepairable thanks to the Phil Spectre's Wall of crap. On the other hand the Jack Douglas recordings are fine. Any good mastering engineer could make them sound great.
Wow, Night Tard is truly one of the stupidest human beings alive.
THERE IS NO WALL OF SOUND ON POB! The fucking thing is dry as a fart! Spector didn't have anything to do with the fucking album!
He later comments about it being "harsh". That's entirely the fucking point of the record, shit for brains.
Go play a Donald Fagen album, you fucking mental midget.
How stupid is the Night Simp? How stupid really, you mean? Well, I'm glad you asked. It appears the Rockman - himself a towering column of intellect - once sold the Night Dip a copy of the plain vanilla POB. For around $60. Evidently the Rockster convinced the Night Goof he bought his copy in 1984 and it was not no-noised. Which, of course, is impossible because the title wasn't released until 1988 and all the early copies were run through Sonic Solutions. A blast from the SH.tv past.
"Don't get me wrong, I'm one of them there millionaires, bucko, and I could buy anything I wanted..." - S.H. 10/22/16