Strange, indeed, as proven by this laugh out loud Christmas video by No Small Children. You have to have followed the string of videos this excellent band has done over the past number of years, but if you have you will get it. Subtle. Very subtle. And funny. I cannot even begin to tell you the joy I have gotten from following their growth. One of the best three-piece bands I have ever seen.
Indiana Jones has nothing on me. That big rolling ball chasing him? That’s nothing compared to the mountain of carnivorous beasts chasing me in my dreams every night, each vying for that elusive review I promised what seems months ago. It is the music reviewers equivalent to no pants in the schoolroom, the albums fighting one another to get to me, to rip flesh from bone, to make me pay for what they see as vinyl manslaughter— vinylslaughter, if you will— an offense so terrible as to consign innocent artists and albums to a certain death, so vile as to blast dreams to smithereens, so ghastly as to be— well— ghastly.
Bullseye Records of Canada
Segarini: Don't Believe a Word I Say 