I read this post and immediately thought a loud crappy punk song with that title had to exist. And now it does! [more inside]
Creepy, moody synthballad about geopolitical nuclear politics, circa March 2006.
Electropop with shades of Postal Service. Diplomacy in action, a-thankyaverymuch.
Fresh this evening. No good news today, for tomorrow's issue of The Aural Times. Because the news sucks lately.
A little groove thing about the H5N1-positive German cat from awhile back. Beats via Sheep Beats; newsclips via Google Video; questionable vocals via my larynx.
Of dead puppies and retribution. Originally written for The Aural Times.