The new Holy Fuck (yes, that's their name, we all think it's cool so stop hyperventilating...) is gloriously blissful and sexy and funky and hyperactive and psychedelic and basically makes me wanna shake my booty despite my obvious Aryan heritage, and it's all done by a few guys ripping the guts out of their old Coleco systems and Texas Instruments computers and illegal police scanners and wiring it all up together and making it squeal like an electronic Frankenstein piggy on cherry-flavoured meth that watches Trainspotting seven times a day.
Goddamn; not bad for a former member of Blue Rodeo, huh?
That's all for now, as I must pack and pack and pack while listening to all kindsa new music; why didn't anyone tell me that there was a new Prefuse 73, or a new Underworld, or a new Peanut Butter Wolf, or...okay, see? This is why I gotta stop. Now. Go away, or I'll punch you. I got STUFF to do.