Off Again

...and so my heart goes poum poum

Yes, it's true, my Dear Friends, I'm heading away for another long weekend on Mayne Island. While it will be wonderful to see the kids and Dearest Wife again, it will be an emotional time, since we will be laying my Beloved Mother-In-Law's ashes to rest on Sunday. My Own Mother is flying in from New York for the service, complete with her baggage. Much opportunity and need to practice mindfulness.

But my purpose is not to dwell on this. Rather, as I will effectively be starting off my weekend a day early and ending it a day late, I thought the least I could do is give you a few treats that might both get you into a fin-de-semaine mood and tide you over until early next week. Though they've been blogged about from here to Rio de Janeiro and back, I really wanted to get things started with current hipster faves, The Brazilian Girls. Who, in fact, have no Brazilian members. And only one girl.

Can you stand this much naked irony? Just about? Good.

'Jique' has carpeted the blogosphere like dental floss bikinis on Copacabana beach. Ordinarily that would put me right off, because I can be contrary like that. Some of you may remember how long it took me to get Sufjan, simply because I stubbornly refused to heed the hype (others lament that I now get Sufjan, but that's another matter). I picked 'Jique' just before it went supercritical, and I am sooo glad that I did. This is a truly humperful (for etymology see here) track that slinks, bumps, and smoulders all over you, like an anaconda in heat. Silky, sultry vocals that slip in and out of French AND English AND German, oh my! Sabina Sciubba, pour toi j'ai une faiblesse, indeed. Rumbly, grumping, parping keyboards. A soaring bit near the middle. Gosh, it's got me all hot and bothered.

So 'Jique' kicks things off, and I find myself carrying them on in similar sweaty fashion. Lesbians on Ecstasy spinning out a sordid tale of high-school impropriety (small and easily offended people, please make use of the emergency earplugs located under your seat). The sleazo-nihilist duo Sheep on Drugs taking you for a ride on their motorbike. The criminally underrated Wolfgang Press berating you, sucker, against an ominous beat. Al Jourgensen and his pervy Revolting Cocks trying to hump your leg whilst covering Rod Stewart (those not of a nervous disposition can watch them do it here). Linger-ficken fun all round in Big Sexy Land.

Oh my, oh dear, I think I've frightened myself. I'm off to have a cold shower, put on my jimmie-jammies, and snuggle down in bed.

Oh, but just before I do, two things:

First, Galateaa is back. Seems she had been sitting on a house. Or something. Rush over to her place and enjoy her latest!

Second, it's been quite a week for Dearest Rachel over at Untitled. She participated in her first ever Contrast Podcast to everyone's delight (especially the armadillos), she shared with us what makes her rock, and all on top of her usual fine fayre. Kudos and congrats!

See you all next week.

Brazilian Girls - Jique (buy this and try this)
Lesbians on Ecstasy - The Pleasure Principal (buy here or here)
Sheep on Drugs - Motorbike (buy here)
Wolfgang Press - Sucker (buy this fine, fine, fine album here or here)
Revolting Cocks - Do Ya Think I'm Sexy? (buy here)