Heeeeeeeeeeey, it’s been a long time since we’ve done one of these. Actually, no, we did one last week. DID YOU READ IT?
Dafuq you mean “no”? We write these for you!
Oh well, may Jeremy Clarkson in a thong haunt your dreams. WELCOME to our lovely EP round up, I’m your very entertaining (and slightly wacky) host, Orestes P. Xistos, climbing the pecking order in this shithole of a website (TM) one brown nose at a time.
Greetings, readers who know how to hide the bodies of deceased hummingbirds. Hey, man, I just wanted to see what happens when they drink Irn Bru. Welcome to another edition of our “off again, off again, hey it’s on again!” single reviews column. Granted, some of them aren’t singles, but I liked them and made my stupid human collaborators review ’em. A huevo que sí.
This week’s singles come courtesy of Jonathan Demme, the guy who directed films and now spends his time hunting killer wallabies in the Australian Outback.
Greetings, readers who steal golf carts left to rust in your local parks! Welcome to another edition of our “off again, off again, hey it’s on again!” single reviews column. Granted, some of them aren’t singles, but I liked them and made my stupid human collaborators review ’em. Mahalo.
This week’s singles come courtesy ofThe Hillside 19 mob, comprised of ninja penguins, barbarian seals, kamikaze sea lions and a rather handsome manatee. Oh, the manatee! How it hates us! Go listen to Gallops, btw. Back? Cool, now stand upside. Wave to the crowd. Get roses, kiss the girl (or boy or significant other) and now jump through hoops to get your creme egg.
Whoa! It feels like it was barely a couple of months ago (43 days, but who is counting?) that we brought you not one but two awesome mix cds from bands that might be unknown, but golly gee willickers, they are good. Especially Wet Nuns (they bribed us). Continue reading “Tamal Superbowl Mix CD”