More free music

Hussle Club, despite the annoyance of the spelling, was worth a listen. The track has a very eighties feel to it, like if Roxy Music and the Psychedelic Furs had dirty drunken sex in a discotheque bathroom.

And you know you want to hear a song like that.

Also?

Also? Tomorrow I get to see Abney Park.
So there.

Observances of a morning

While I am in Posty MacPostsalot mode, I thought I'd mention this:

I have had the Chicken Boo song stuck in my head all morning. And now I want Kentucky Fried Chicken. Coincidence? I'll let you decide.

I must wonder about people who garnish their hummous with chickpeas. Did they look at the bowl and think "......Fuck it, I don't want to grind those up" and just toss them into the container? It does suggest a certain laziness. (I used the word 'bespeak' with Amanda, but that sounds a bit pretentious.)