It's now 9:00 AM, the drugs are wearing off and I shall soon be retiring for what should be a calm, meditative weekend...even if it is only Thursday morning...wow, that's pathetic. No, what is more pathetic is thinking someone will read this.
No, that's great, I can type whatever I want and sing it too..."I heart nazis, poop-hands, abortion-abortion, I want Ann Coulter inside me, poop-hands again, I steal silverware and batteries, cops are useless (unless your my cousin Jeff, and in that case, Jeff keep making the family and the force proud)."
Uhh Anyway, to assist with my come-down are four tracks from four artists who have absolutely nothing to do with each other. They all just make beautiful psycho-fuzz. No really guys, the psycho-fuzz is here and it is happening. Psycho-fuzz is alive and at no time in history has it been done as well as its being done right now.
You think back to all those times psycho-fuzz let you down: your eleventh birthday, the first time you got mono, that time when you were masturbating in the shower but couldn't concentrate because the dog kept scratching at the curtain, and also when your uncle got really drunk on Easter and tried to "measure" your girth for next year's Christmas slacks, and you had to let him because his tears were just too real. Yes, even then.
Not this time though:
Artists: Polmo Polpo, El Guincho, Animal Collective, Eric Copeland
Theme: None...well, maybe drugs...ok none
Race: Endocrine
Soup: No, the oven's broke, I want my goddamn Life cereal (cinnamon)
Status: Unemployed but radiant
Symptoms: drug-induced delusions of humor, comprehension and cohesiveness
Guilty: Yes
Of What: Hating myself when there's no drugs, and hating magazines that use the term psycho-fuzz when describing Eric Copeland
Greatest Fear: That someone will read this
Greatest Sadness: That no one will read this
Greatest Attribute: ...inflated sense of sensing sensitivity
Genre: Psycho-Fuzz
MP3:
Polmo Polpo - Acqua
El Guincho - Final de Archipielago
Animal Collective - Street Flash
Eric Copeland - Spacehead
I can no longer lend myself to digest this scathing rhetoric, its morally reprehensible, inadvertently asinine and dubiously relevant. (Your post, not mine)
