Very Close to, if not actually in, the CD player:
seen/heard ° stream album ° buy
seen/heard ° stream album ° buy
seen/heard ° listen ° preorder
seen/heard ° listen ° preorder
Discovery (The Band, Not the Channel) is for People Who Are Bad in Bed and Proud of It
Urrrrgh. Who's the joker that said I should give this crap (myspace) a chance? Stop it, stop it, stop consuming limp ninth-rate tripe and playing with bored, broken toys.
If you have that much time to kill do some community service. Read to old people. Assist in the upkeep of your local public spaces. Milk an orphan. Answer my calls to the suicide hotline. Something, anything, just back away from the bad music.
What a lousy way to start the weekend.
You might want to consult a physician! Or Betty Davis! Start with the
line, "I'm afraid I'm part of the problem..." and take it from there.
Weird, I was just thinking about how calculated, too clever for its own
good and supremely irritating this band is. And I would say that even if I
didn't know its provenance. I think the answer to your first question is
*cough* Pitchfork.
Aw, Amy, you know I never do what Pitchfork tells me to do. *cough*