You probably pray that to all the gods.

Peppermint-strawberry beedi-brehf. What can I do? She had BBQ stains on her stockings and smoked meats have that mighty power over me.
Sonny and Sunsets’ 7″ comes with a graphic novela, a pin, and a $6 price tag. The ditties do their duty. Strange Love starts with a Leader of the Pack-piano. Is that Jimmy’s ring [...]

New Just Like You

Just Like You! - Nate Hooper Does It
Patrick Sky: Child Molesting Blues, Ted Nugent: StormTroopin’, James Gang: Merr-Go-Round, Stranglers: No More Heroes, Pictures: Kick and Tip, Dow Jones and the Industrials: Can’t stand the Midwest, Private School: Lost in Action, Monoshock: Soledad, Badboll: S/T, The Fucking Ocean: Bombs in the underground, Aphrodities Child: Battle of [...]

Rippers.

Leave it to rap kids in the East Bay to keep making pimpy boy anthems. Try to focus on the dispicable message in the sub-genre of teenage sex trade promotion. You’ll be disapointed in yourself when you realize that your fortress of igloo walls is sensitive to their radiant charisma. Dru Down to Sleepy D [...]

You’ve got bumbaclot problems

The bear’s last wave of finals is cresting overhead, and I’m getting pitted. These them Billboardshort top 40, and they ease 25 minutes of lab reporting.
Laundry Bear - Study Snacks
Outkast - SpottieOttieDopalicious
SWV (feat Missy Elliot) - Can We
Tears for Fears - Memories Fade
Salem - Redlight
Eat Skull - Cartoon Beginning
Cat Power - What would the community [...]

Stop-Motion Strobe

3070 is the solo work by Rick Davis who is the non-Atkins half of Cybotron. Atkins supposedly left Cybotron because he disagreed with Davis’ pop sound. Huh? Clear has popped up in poppy pop songs ever since its birth and Vision stumbles around alone, a concussed rusted tin-man. Jazzy Pha’s historical eyesight is 20/20.
3070 - [...]

Mariah Curry

Wipe the steam from the shower glass and you’ll see me sitting on the edge of my industrial-sized bed eating peeled grapes from a crystal dish. Your high-waisted leather hot pants are hanging from the trunk of my pearlescent black cast replica of a baby mammoth. My voice splits the hiss of rushing water in [...]