The cover to this album seemed so familiar from my teenage record store explorations, but for the life of me I had no idea who they were. I had always assumed Straight Eight were a Canadian band ... you know what they say when you assume something: According to Merriam Webster's online dictionary, the word assume has a few different connotations based on meaning and usage, but the one I was using, which was to take as granted or true, was number four from a list of seven variations. I should probably just use the word "suppose" next time to avoid confusion. After all, I don't want to make an ass out of you or me. Sometimes you can judge a book by its cover, or an album by its art - sometimes you can't. Whatever preconceived notions I had formulated in my developing brain would turn out to be nonsense. I suppose what supported my assertion (almost said the ass word, tch tch) that Straight Eight were Canadian was the label: El Mocambo. This was a pretty infamous Can...
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