Sure has been a lot of "edgy" bands these days who are obsessing over whether or not they will be/are robots. Useless automatons, the whole lot of 'em! Much like their cloned brethren, their music is carbon copy of carbon copy of carbon copy of...etc. It's enough to put to rest a friends question of whether or not you would diddle Vicki from Small Wonder once she was of legal android age. Ladies, Gentlemen, Cyborgs! Let the record show that I have been anti android banging since long before election season and will continue to be all the way to The White... I digress, heavily.

Let it be noted, the contents of this shiny beer coaster are indeed the makings of a top ten list entry for the ever nerdy "Album Of Thee Year". Troof! In fact, let it also be noted that the contents have a timeless feel to them that make them far superior to other beer coasters containing similar algorithms. Ladies and gentleman of the jury, for the record, many great people have come forward and asked "Are We Not Men?" or even "Are "Friends" Electric". None of those showroom dummies have created such terror in the hearts of the masses as this non robot fetish pack of grim future primitives and their odes to a dying world.

Dark like "The Underclass" by RUDIMENTARY PENI (or "Death Church" if you're one of those chumps too scurred to dig deep into Blinko's wounded psyche) or some of the darker moments of FLUX OF PINK INDIANS (minus the preaching to choirs) with sharp guitar cuts that bleed like gums wounded by chewed glass. A mangled existentialist post post modern mannequin mess that alternates between exciting and terrifying. Future primitive indeed. "Bleeding Thru" is a non keyboard version of the angular, bleak bleets of early DEVO without the math nerd stigmatisms. Not to say that I don't love me some spuds. But, I just don't wear a pocket protector and wish most of their latest crop of "fans" would drop dead and find something new to get all retro about like, say, RATT.

Fuck 'em! Everybody knows the coolest robot was a toss up between Twiki from Buck Rogers or the Cylons from Battlestar Galactica. This is more a world where the Sleestaks have taken over which is far creepier. Perfect audio to re read Nick Blinko's "The Primal Screamer" book to. Or maybe just dig a hole in the backyard under a tree to climb into and "shield my eyes and hide from the bright of day".

- Two Tub Tony

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