We Fly Our Kites At Night
My favorite freakazoids, We Fly Our Kites At Night
, are getting their album, Killing Ray Brower
, ready for public consumption (pity their public) any time now (if you don't know who Ray Brower is, watch Stand By Me
again). Since I was unintentionally responsible for one of the band's song titles (endearingly referenced with my initials as "'I want my alcohol to taste like alcohol, not candy': BJK"), the band hit me off with a couple tracks for you the public to scope out. (seriously, don't ever buy me a washington apple). get on that 'commenting' shit and let the interwebberblogospherical borg know whatchoo think.
"I want my alcohol to taste like alcohol, not candy" - BJK: http://media.newtimes.com/id/147927/
Positive Negative: http://media.newtimes.com/id/147928/