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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/
