It's molecular. And calling your name.
This morning's message is simple: Wake. Up. WAKE. UP. Everyone's tired of your tired. And the stressful whiny bitchiness that accompanies it. Or so a trusted friend told me recently about someone who may or may not be me. If you're averse to chemical solutions, how about freeing yourself from the shackles of your moribund indie music drudgery and inject some frenetic pace and guts and balls and catharsis in to your audio consumption. Here's my never fail, all killer-no filler bolt of lightning. Enjoy your day. I'm off to get coffee.