I am a Simple Sort, but these Turnips, they Make Beautiful Sounds
Normally I am not one to go on about music. Who cares about music? Nobody, or the few. But I recently bought The Caesars Paper Tigers and I cannot not tell you that it is the album that broke the camel's toe. Christ on a stick, it is good. It is so good that I insist on being hit by a city bus this afternoon just so it can be played at my funeral festivities before I grow tired of hearing it. Plus, The Caesars are Swedes, or claim to be, which is a great relief considering that most bands these days refuse to acknowledge their sordid affiliations with our lowly brethren of the vegetable kingdom. Don't know how you play a Farfisa when you have no limbs, but they seem to manage it.