I’m staring the Cerberus 2014 deadline dead in the eyes and honestly all I really wanna to dooooooo is cuddle up like a balled-up-fists baby and watch the SNL 40th Anniversary show because people are MEGA-Tweetin’ that shit and for good reason supposedly. But I can’t stop thinking about rolling up the beans of this Bugs and Rats record into a nice, tight music-blurbito, so I guess I’m going to commit myself to that for the time being. Don’t know if you remember but there was a Back Magic LP that I dug on HARDdd last year and Adidas is like the sleazy, Pissed Jeans take on that more minimalist duo sound (though, against all odds, Bugs/Rats are a trio). Then again, I think of Bleach and Purling Hiss a lot too when the first track on Side B kicks in. Love that shit; live that shit; no shit; where shit? Anyway, there was this band on Aagoo a few years back, Okie Dokie, and I finally have a reason to reference them again, and it’s spelled ADIDAS (specifically the second song on Side B). It’s a punk project, made in the projects, for the projects. Times New Viking, No Age, suck a cock, you dull me. And what’s more: You people don’t even know how well you have it. I give you GOLD like Adidas a few times a week and you slurp it up for free and leave to click on other scraps of neon vomit. Now I know how prostitutes feel. Now I know how Bugs and Rats feel, come to think of it; a lonely space, that of genius. Pedantism? Why yes, I’ll take some! BadapBINGgggg (fuck can we just end this thing?), it’s 2016!!!
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