For those with an open mind and an open ear, I can't recommend this enough.
I was chatting it up with Cop Magnet today (thanks to the wonderful, magical internet)
and he said there was shit going down with one of the guys who was
supposed to be distributing this album.
So he said fuck it, and now it's free for you and me.
I'm not sure if this is more fitting for the messed up,
confused indie kid or the down-and-out nihilistic thug.
Is there a difference?
This is appropriation at its finest and grittiest.
- the lost art of faxing, to
- why he has never dared to smoke because his hands aren't beautiful enough, to
- how he sees himself as a pupil of Spinoza, to
- how he'd like the idea of DJing... or studying antique civilization.