Dude sayin stuff about good music

For those of you who are salivating like one of Pavlov's drooltastic pets at the mere inkling of what sorts of subject matter I could be covering in this blog, let me give you an idea, in random shooting from the hip ultimately innacurate percentage estimate form.

THIS BLOG CONTAINS:

12% politics

30% music

48% self-important rambling about one thing or another

0% humorous anecdotes from my day-to-day existence

That being said, since I've already hit politics with my previous post that (hopefully) pisses off everyone and leaves you gasping for air (you would have died, however it is impossible to drown in short-sightedness,) this post will cover music.

The first great period in music was

HAH I AM NOT DOING THAT

So there's this album I've been listening to almost non-stop for the past couple months.  It came out in like 2006 or something like that.  The band goes by the name of Skerik's Syncopated Taint Septet, and the album is Husky.  I was familiar with this Skerik dude from some other crazy awesome stuff he's been involved with.

ANYWAYS this album is crazy good.  The average person will not find it suitable for rocking out in the car or dancing to at the club, but if you give it a listen your brain will do somersaults of joy.

Here's a taste.

It should be noted that one of the tracks on the album is "Go to Hell Mr. Bush," for all you people who enjoy telling people to go to Hell and/or harbor unnatural hatred for public figures.

That wasn't political.