Friday, August 28, 2009

Guess who the crazy fucking dictator is?




1. Don't sleep on that new Arctic Monkeys album.

Potion Approaching



2. Said The Gramophone put me up on this jam.
James had always been strange. It took someone strange to do it. We were dancing at the Neon, like we always do. James was there, as he always is, standing in the shadows by the bar. He was drinking from a bottle. In all that bass we shook, we shaked. James went to the middle of the club, the place it was shiniest. He kneeled on the hard glitering enamel of the floor. He took his fist. He rapped on the dancefloor, like it was an egg. Like it was an egg, the dancefloor cracked. It cracked right open, the deep violet floor, jagged and yawning. Gold light pushed out like the death of a star.
jj - ecstasy


..this is waaay better than all the rock bands that tried to remix this.

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