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It's Friday! It's about three o'clock! It's time to Boogie At Your Desk!
( You what? )
Today you were invited to Boogie At Your Desk to:
Andrew WK - Ready To Die
This is an attempt to use my own webspace again - the download rate is still limited, but nowhere near as fiercely as it was before. We'll give it a try, and so long as not everyone jumps on this link the instant it gets posted, we should be ok. And if not, I'll have to run crying to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
broadmeadow again.
I've written about the Andrew WK album, I Get Wet, on here before. The squeamish are warned that the album cover is a somewhat gruesome picture of a guy with a nosebleed. This is not music aimed at those with delicate sensibilities.
I described Party Hard, one of the album's singles, as "off-the-peg rebellion, partying, and fat riffs. It's a huge, dumb, silly romp of a track with staggeringly inane lyrics". That description applies just as well to Ready To Die - or indeed to any other track on the album.
I'd like to refer you to the standard BAYD disclaimer: I'm not claiming that any track provided to enable At-Desk Boogying is one of the world's best or most profound pieces of music. When someone compiles a list of epic albums of the decade, they will not even speculate about considering to begin to think about including I Get Wet.
However, some days you don't want epic. I Get Wet is robust enough to fight the noise of a hoover, put it on while you're cleaning up. It can withstand even the noise of my elderly car's rattling engine as I hammer up the motorway. There's room for everything in my world, and dammit sometimes I want big, fat, stompy, no-brain music.
( You what? )
Today you were invited to Boogie At Your Desk to:
Andrew WK - Ready To Die
This is an attempt to use my own webspace again - the download rate is still limited, but nowhere near as fiercely as it was before. We'll give it a try, and so long as not everyone jumps on this link the instant it gets posted, we should be ok. And if not, I'll have to run crying to
broadmeadow again. I've written about the Andrew WK album, I Get Wet, on here before. The squeamish are warned that the album cover is a somewhat gruesome picture of a guy with a nosebleed. This is not music aimed at those with delicate sensibilities.
I described Party Hard, one of the album's singles, as "off-the-peg rebellion, partying, and fat riffs. It's a huge, dumb, silly romp of a track with staggeringly inane lyrics". That description applies just as well to Ready To Die - or indeed to any other track on the album.
I'd like to refer you to the standard BAYD disclaimer: I'm not claiming that any track provided to enable At-Desk Boogying is one of the world's best or most profound pieces of music. When someone compiles a list of epic albums of the decade, they will not even speculate about considering to begin to think about including I Get Wet.
However, some days you don't want epic. I Get Wet is robust enough to fight the noise of a hoover, put it on while you're cleaning up. It can withstand even the noise of my elderly car's rattling engine as I hammer up the motorway. There's room for everything in my world, and dammit sometimes I want big, fat, stompy, no-brain music.
