A new music discovery for Christmas!

Here we have a lovely little group by the name of The Little Stinkers, with "I Farted on Santa's Lap (Now Christmas is Gonna Stink For Me)". I really just stumbled upon it and loved it immediately, and think you will, too. It makes me think of the children's book "Everyone Poops", in the last stanza of the song, anyway.
I got it from the blog Musical Knowledge, and linked to the song directly (naughty!). In case the direct link fails.

So yeah - check it!

Finally!

The Cure have finally announced the remaster of Disintegration here, at long last. It also mentions a new Mixed Up and other stuff. I do hope there's a Wish remaster hot on Disintegration's heels, and that it includes the Lost Wishes instrumentals, which I rather like but only have sub-par copies of.
I have been waiting for this since the last batch of remasters, which were pretty reliably coming out in batches of three, and quickly. I thought that perhaps they'd stay on that schedule and be out with the whole catalogue in a matter of a year or two, but oh-no...

So, good.

New Vampire Weekend, biotches!

and this:


Well, I was told I should actually write something when I write a blog, rather than just posting videos and songs. I could write something about the history of Vampire Weekend, how their name is taken from a film that the lead singer, Ezra Koenig (who, I might add, looks sort of like George McFly to me) made, also called Vampire Weekend. I'm guessing it's not all that. They met while attending Columbia University, and refer to their music as Upper West Side Soweto, owing to African popular music and Western classical music. You can read all about them here, if you're interested in that stuff.
There's also the offical site and this, whatever IT IS.


No, what I want to tell you is a mini-tale. A tale of moral compromise, of success, of spoiled rich kids, of the devil. And it is completely baseless and fabricated.

There were these spoiled rich kids who went to Columbia University, and their parents paid for it all. They were prototypical preppies, a little bored and a little mean-spirited, but not evil. After dabbling in this and that, looking for something to fulfill their yawning boredom, they decided to form a band.
One day they were out carousing, and found themselves at a crossroads. A tall, dark man with a guitar approached them, and without sounding strange or out of place, suggested he might be able to help them with their band, that he could guarantee success for a small price. Although the situation was indeed strange, the young boys lacked self-awareness or sense of danger, having been sheltered all their lives. "Hell, yeah!" they said.
And thus Vampire Weekend was born. Lyrically strange, their music still held in it a inexplicable hook, making it ultimately listenable, catchy, and damn hard to get out of your head once in place ("Blake's got a new face!").
The price has yet to be named, but the tall, dark man stands holding his guitar, waiting in the shadows to collect as he watches the boys reap the success he has himself sowed for them.

Um, as for the songs: Horchata I heard first, and while not immediately catchy, it has grown on me - it certainly has that Vampire Weekend "sound", different and intersting.
Cousins came next and it was instantly catchy - due, perhaps in part to the video.
I am looking forward to hearing the rest of the album and listening to it ad nauseum without being able to help myself.