Yes. Yes, they are. What the fuck is that rubbing hands thing. And that 'tache. And the way they adoringly look at their leader. Itās a fucked up cult thing, Fatso. And it sounds like theyāve got you.
Itās kind of alright (in a very fucking twee way) until 35 seconds in and then his 'tache appears round the door. And then the hand rubbing starts.
Also, I couldnāt work out where Iād seen her before until I remembered I hung out the back of her about 5 years ago*. I can confirm she does weave her own knickers.
Following on from that, Iām relieving a few other pleasures from my adolescence are getting a bit of a spin. Blasting through Hybrid Theory at the minute. God I loved Linkin Park. Surpised at how well it holds up.
Side point, remember that trend of bands having DJās? That was a funny little thing. Bands! Bring back DJās!
That all out of my system for now, and angst levels back to that of a functioning(ish) human being.
Liking this new track from Iggy, with Josh Homme & Matt Helders of the Arctics on drums. Definitely a pretty strong Bowie vibe going on. Like to think thatās something of a nod to his pal, but who knows.
Fuck⦠have not heard this in nearly 25 years⦠brings back a ton of memories from beng at University, certain girls⦠certain moments⦠jeez⦠Thanks Jet