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Rocking Out To

Tomorrow, about this time, we’ll just be coming back from having seen Joel Plaskett. More on that tomorrow.

Here’s a song all y’all should download: Secret March by The Wet Secrets. I first came across it while listening to Radio 3’s Podcast #93 “Sweating to the Indies,” and then had it further burnt into my brain by successive episodes of the R3-30. Totally catchy; will totally make you want to run down the street as fast as you can. As if that’s not enough—the band’s name: naughty! The whole album is available to download (btw) in a totally free, especially legal manner. I’ve listened to the whole thing twice, and I’m not quite at the point where I know the tracks by name, but I do know my vote for favourite song title is either I Teabagged Myself, or Grow Your Own Fucking Moustache, Asshole!

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Anonymous said…
Wow.

Did Shatton help these guys with their song names?
1:16 am
Jay said…
Dude, it was already tomorrow.
You lose.
4:56 pm
Dave said…
Busted.

Damn, I didn't know anyone read this anymore.
8:59 pm
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