by Casey Rea
I didn't go to the Monkey House to see Oak last night — too much crap to do to prepare for DC, and I didn't think I could spare the hangover. Was it awesome? Maybe they can play my going-away party. Let's have it at Greg's new house, wink.
My G5 is in the shop, and I feel naked. Luckily, I have a new favorite song to help me get through this dark period.
Guess what? The press release compares 'em to krautrock. For once, it's not bullshit.
There are only two songs on the disc, so you need to buy it. I think it *drops* in June.
Seriously, this is what it sounds like inside my head:
The new Music Editor has been chosen, and will be unveiled soon. It'll be a lot like that scene in The Rocky Horror Picture Show when Dr. Frankenfurter unwraps Rocky.