When I interviewed Tobacco, he told me that the titles of his songs usually referred to what they sounded like in his own warped mind. Hence, “Creepy Phone Calls,” “Fresh Hex” and “Six Royal Vipers.” When I asked him what “Mexican Ice Cream” was about, it was about his love of Mexican Ice Cream. I’ve never had Mexican Ice Cream, but it’s probably delicious. As Barry Schwartz pondered, it remains unclear whether ice cream was invented or discovered. On the other hand “Grape Aerosmith” sounds disgusting. The sour fumes of a wrinkled Steven Tyler smoking purple swishers? What happens when Grimace decides he needs a little hard rock in his life? I remain uncertain.
Regardless, the Tobacco album still goes hard in the paint, with brighter shades and no need for stunners. Whatever that means.