Where'd Breugel get that time machine?
I'm going to shut up now; I'm just too upset and tilting at windmills and can't even write clearly. If you want to look at happy party pictures, good visitors from Pitchfork, just scroll down or click here.
As for my political rantings, please read Rigorous Intuition instead, the whole damn first page. And perhaps Jose Saramago's Blindness while you're at it, because certain scenes from it are looking eerily familiar.
I'll talk about music next, promise.