The new Beach House song is, y’know, pretty great.
Today at work
My manager wore not double, but triple denim. That’s a denim jacket, denim jeans and a denim handbag. This visual affrontery and a number of other things she did throughout the course of the day made me feel not suicidal, but homicidal. I think I will hand in my notice soon, before something bad happens.
Drokk
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hdjJQXXsjuk&feature=player_embedded
Geoff Barrow album inspired by Judge Dredd. Yes please.
I mean, Party Hard is, let’s face it, kind of a stupid song. But after a really shitty day at work there’s something almost primal-scream-therapy-esque about putting this song on really loud and just forgetting about the day you’ve had.
I just want to drink a bottle of wine, watch some HBO and then die forever and not go to work again.
What is the point in Lana del Rey
and her insipid psuedo-nymph pop? Are we all the victims of a cruel joke? Is this the music industry’s revenge for illegal downloading? What does it tell you about someone when they say, “I don’t agree with all the marketing behind her, but, ‘Videogames is a pretty good song.”?
