mr. zilla goes to town

Monday, February 20, 2006

don't ask, don't tell.

Ladies and gentlemen of the press, in the spirit of open government, there’s a small accumulated backlog of information we thought it necessary to drop on the doormat while you’re off getting your knickers in a twist about Vice-President Cheney’s admirable but patently misguided efforts to personally see off the threat of the H5N1 virus from the American Homeland.

Electro is the new house;
Big room rinse out is the new bog room trance;
Jazz is the new nujazz;
Brokenbeat is the new breaks;
Funk is the new funk;
Reggae just is; and
Apparently, wearing nail polish keeps your hands warmer.

Thank you. You may now return to your scheduled crises du jour. Seriously, you can live on this planet with a y chromosome in your pants for a few weeks shy of three decades, and keep tabs on all the things that strike you as important, but there are some things it just never occurs to you to ask. What else aren't they telling us?

So while you're thinking about that, press this big happy pink button for some spankin' new thinkin' music. Or some thunkin' new spankin' music, if you prefer.

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2 Comments:

  • Ouch, track 3 bounces so hard it HURTS...
    Do you have any other Mulatu rekkids?

    By Blogger The Capgras Delusion, at 4:29 pm  

  • fekkin monstrous innit. and i shit you not, that's only about the first half of the track.

    gonna pick up Ethiopian Modern Instrumentals soon I think, there's a nice affordable reissue about!

    By Blogger mister z, at 5:17 pm  

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