I don't need to tell you that Avril Levigne sucks, do I? Ah well, I guess I just did.

Jefferson Airplane's Surrealistic Pillow has got to be one of the worst albums ever recorded. Why does it live on as a classic? I tell you, so much of that California crap that came out in the late '60s has not aged well at all. I mean, take a listen to all the Doors albums. I know I don't even have to mention the Dead. So look for a good thrashing of the Airplane's beloved pile of folk shit next month in Echo From Esoterica.

I am back...hey, that's interesting.

Hey kids, my neighbor upstaris was fucking agian today! While I was wasting time reading some Rolling Stones that had accumulated while I was gone, I heard those old bedsprings start to bounce. But I swear the guy doesn't ever last very long. It approximated about 15 good bounces and then that was it. Really fast bounces, too. Ah well. I'll have to remember to scream "Oh my god, I'm coming!" at the top of my lungs next time I'm doing it.

On another note, the EFE comeback for Sept. is shaping up lovely. I would like to direct your attention to two groups that I think are peachy keen. These are Penny Dreadful and Homunculus. Check 'em out, won't you (yeah, you can look up the websites...if the only work you do is surf all day online, then for God's sake, give your fingers the excercise they need!). Full reviews to come later.