My Review of MGMT's New Album "Shitabrontosaurusrex"

Since the internet already leaked their album, MGMT decided to say to the world, "You can't fire us, we already quit!"

Such guile! They preemptively posted their entire album before it hit the streets to get a one-up on their fans? Uh... let's hear what they have to say about this idea:

"We wanted to offer it as a free download but that didn't make sense to anyone but us"

Well yes! Of course it didn't make sense to anyone else BUT YOU (you rebels, you) because now your record label can't trick people into paying $10 to get sprayed in the face with a torrent of shit. They'll see it coming and run away before the first drop hits their cheek.

Anyway, take a listen!

http://www.whoismgmt.com/

OH HOW COOL A SONG ABOUT BRIAN ENO! I KNOW HIM!

Albums to listen to instead of the new MGMT album:

- Every album by the Kinks
- Having a Rave Up with The Yard Birds
- The Man Who Sold The World & Hunky Dory
- A recoding of a man inside an echo chamber who is vomiting pickles into a metal bucket

All of these are better than, or the original versions of, any of the musical ideas put forth in that album.

Green Line D to Riverside: Sink Hole to Hell

This is what I have had to deal with EVERY morning on my commute this week. The train stops directly in front of the sink hole, everyone gets out, and then we cross this janky ol' half-assed rope bridge they built over the water. It's hard because people are in a rush so they scramble across the ropes and shake the whole damn thing around causing people to drop their coffees and briefcases. Yesterday this old woman fell right in the water and just sank straight down to the bottom, nothing but bubbles coming up afterward. One of the MBTA guys threw his cigarette butt in the hole and said, "shoulda taken the bus lady."

Full Story:
http://www.universalhub.com/2010/sinkhole-ate-green-line

Mandolin

My mandolin is dead forever. How will I sing my sorrow? Only the somber chirp of a such an instrument could express my bereft heart, but without it, how can I? What kinda of infinite vortex of despondency have I found myself in?