On the occasion of the 25th anniversary of its release The details of that night are fuzzy, but I remember it was bitter cold. I…
The Transamerica Pyramid is inescapable in frontwoman Sierra Frost’s flippant discourse on life and love in San Francisco. She plops it down in the center of the chorus and repeats its name over and over, declaring some vague relationship problems to be a skyscraper-sized thorn in her side.