Ginz - BossThere are about 3 x 10^8 mp3blogs, some of which have been going since early last decade, all of which produce tons of smart, insightful commentary on music both newly released or mature. But it's simply not reasonable to expect an mp3blogger to populate every one of his or her posts with elegant analysis, clever puns, sound arguments, original descriptions, or even standard grammar. Sometimes--hey--sometimes writers have to rely on cliches, and when they do so, they can lean pretty heavily on the following forms (which I am also guilty of indulging in):Song Is Comparable to this Absurd ThingThis tune has a beat like if a god's heart were tracked by an electrocardiogram. The harmony slides around on the bass track as if the bass track were a Teflon pan and the harmony was some sort of magical omelet. Sometimes songs are like children, hyperactive, messy, frothing at the mouth, full of pepper and gingersnaps, armed with plastic swords, enraged, afflicted with glossolalia, but also magical and precious. This song is like the future theme song of the National Women's Laser Tag League's Laser Bowl.Envision, If You Will, the Music Video for this SongThe song starts. A man walks into an abattoir and demands to see their occupancy certificate. "Who the hell are you?" the workers ask. "I'm an inspector of porcine health. That is, I inspect the conditions of pigs' dwelling areas--it's not my health that's porcine, although I know my title is ambiguous," the man says. "We see," say the workers. "I've had a lot of complaints," the inspector says, then whistles. "A lot of fucking complaints." The inspector runs his finger along a nearby baseboard and looks at the dust collected on his hand. "Good god," he says. The workers hang their heads. The inspector issues some sort of injunction against the abattoir and seals the doors with police tape. Then some pig ghosts appear and start to dance, the end.[Buy Future Bass]