Hey Discos, need a little more disgrace land in your life?

Just a touch to get you through?

Yeah, me too.

This is the podcast that comes after the podcast.

Welcome to Disgraceland bonus episode, a little thing we like to call the after party.

This is the show after the show, the party after the party, the bridge to get you from one full episode of disgrace and to the other, the backyard to dig into the dirt. On this bonus episode, we are talking about this week's full episode subject, thin Lizzie. We also talk some deaf leopard, Huey Lewis, Gene Hackman, Odell Beckham, Jr., and I guarantee those of four names never used together in the same sentence before, and we get into your voicemails, text, DMs, emails, and as always, a whole lot of rosy.

All right, discos, let's get into it.

Yeah. The song jailbreak off of Thin Lizzie's 1976 album, the same name, is about as perfect a song as a lead off track can get, I think anyways.

I listened to the song yesterday when I was working out. I was immediately pushing myself harder. I was singing along in my backyard, likely annoying my neighbors. And don't get me wrong, the entire jailbreak album by Thin Lizzie is

great. But that lead off track is fucking perfect, man. It sets the whole album up. It perfectly

encapsulates what the band is about and what's in store for you,

the listener, for the next 40 minutes or so. Thin Lizzie were a tough band to figure out for me

as a young metalhead. I missed their whole thing. I didn't get into him until I was an adult.

You know, as a kid, of course, I saw the patches. I saw the pins. I saw the name of the band

in that iconic, big, bold bold white font on the black.

The image, of course, of Phil Linnet, stretched out on stage with his bass piercing upward from between his legs, his afro, his guitar players and their signature harmonized guitars.

The boys are back in town, from jailbreak massive song still is

massive uh i knew and loved it of course but it was like i said before my time and it didn't compel me

as a fourth grade kid to get on my mongoose and pedal down to kmart with my 10 bucks or whatever to

buy their record and then figure out how to hold that record and the kmart bag properly over my handlebars while still being able to balance and steer my

way home to my shitty sears bought stereo where I was undoubtedly listening to probably Van Halen

or Ozzy Osbourne. Then Lizzie predated MTV, which pretty much means they predated my little

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