Wednesday, April 6, 2011

Its very disconcerting, as a person who's trying to say relatively definitive things about music, how clear my judgmental vision can be in hindsight. I've chosen HHNF as my token palette-cleansing classic album as of late, and all I hear is "IMPERFECTIMPERFECTIMPERFECT". If I could swallow a set of speakers that played "Wamp Wamp" on a loop in my stomach forever, I might not have a problem with that.

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