Wednesday, May 23, 2007  3:07 pm 

U can has a cheezburger there lolkitten

meaow hrm mewow meeeerrr prrrr prrrrr mhuh mhuh meaaaaow hmrrr meeeewrewaw meeeeaoooow mrrrrrrr mrrrrrr EEEEAW

Feline language translator activated.

You thought they were cute ah? And then flash bang crash there they were sucking the marrow of your brittle knees while you stared crying helpless from a corner, that’ll teach you not to mess with kitten commandoez.

You could hear them coming, Silver Daggers leap in laps to scratch the faces of those of you (us) who missed the crippled horntastic no wave contorted jigs of say, Die Monitr Batss, say ta now, their album New High and Ord, on mighty Load is an abrassive full on agit prop bat unleashing crash of a blast to be filed by Shoplifting and Erase Errata, with heavy ammo like this,we cannot but win the battle, the douche drones shall drown in a sea of flames, and all will be well, kittens chasing ethereal balls of gold gilded wool in the green prairies of eternity is the utopia we aspire to, and we want it now.

Silver Daggers- Faithful Unlawful

Animals of Farthing Hood, who hail from Rugby, are proud descendants of our beloved Go Team Go, and as one would expect, they very much smash all the china in the house with their streetwise rolling & scratching urchin post punk pop outbursts, drop a dead indie faker pigeon in the kitchen and hide under the bed hissing content, witness the spiky guitars unfurl like the claws of a feline making that mangy blanket comfy for some mice-massacring dreams in this demo we’re just posting, just to wet your silky whiskers.

Animals of Farthing Hood- Run Alan Hanson Run

KIT sound like that corageous bunch of kitten who threw a plugged toaster on the bathtub while the nasty witch of the north was resting in a miasma of pestilence (on a break from doing evil deeds against the good peoples of the forest), they deliver anthemic riffage which tickles your neck like the tail of vintage deerhoof strutting behind your back while you read some Ursula Leguin, and clicks clicks clicks silver heels on the dancefloor with the non chalant devil may care propulsive power of Mika Miko trying to latch onto the untied cords of those old chucks, catch them joyful, fierce & furious on their Broken Voyage, and see them live in Brighton at the beautiful Cowley Club on the 21st of June .

KIT- Night Time

Someone passed on Hide and Seek’s Tales from the 14th Dimension double trouble box on to Andy Pyne who passed it on to us, open it wistful like Pandora and out jump they spinning like a Gremlin cat enveloped on a primal maelstrom of barroque keyboard plummetwork bubbles and shrieking numerologic no wave overload, more than enough to melt your careless 20jazzfunkgreatsters brainz in less than it takes to prepare a very very strong coffee, there, don’t. give it. to. the. cat. Jesus, it’s happening.

Hide and Seek- MLP

I’m off 2 work, K bai.

This post goes to all those kittens who have fallen on the line of duty fighting for all that’s good and honourable, if it wasn’t for them we wouldn’t be here.

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