"PORTRAIT OF ERNESTO AS LONG-FACED TENNIS BALL" Hello Ernesto Che Guevara. I suppose there will be a few kids around here that are going to comply with your offer to scrap. But I, on the other hand, roll up my sleeves in response to the peevish inquiries of no man. I roll them up to the elbows only to allow for easier movement when typing, or perhaps when I am washing my hands. And I have not witnessed such a rickety firebomb of provocation since last year's drab war on the Crank! wwwboard. But without fail, your unmusical caterwauling has garnered a reason or two (from me, at the very leastest I hope) as to why I fancy the "How It Feels To Be Something On" record. I can see where older fans of the band might not like it as much, but calling it anything less than genius is perhaps foolhearty (at best). The music is written perfectly. But perhaps tamer by some Drum Note Standards? Perhaps not as heavy or heartshattering in its intensity? It this is, Ernesto? Merely hogwash. The music, the lyrics, the vocals, the artwork, and that dismally distant and lonely sound all conjure up the words EXCELLENT and I HEARTILY AGREE, THIS ALBUM IS POSITIVELY ADORABLE. I was so glad they opened with 'Pillars' when I saw them. There was girl there with dark red hair and quite a few earrings cascading down the side of her tiny little ear. The stagelights glinted from the deep orange, deep blue, deep green. It was a nice show. "Deep greens and blues are the colors I choose. Won't you let me go down in my dream?" Alan.
