I'm in a weird mood. I woke up to someone making some kinda repetitive thumping noise (not a sex noise, more like a basketball being dribbled NONSTOP) in a neighboring apartment, and when I went to check my Hotmail, I found that someone had flooded my account by signing me up for a few dozen About.com newsletters without my permission. Thanks a lot, asshole.

Pardon me while I cross the "this is only a music blog" line and complain for a minute about my life. Depression, misanthropy, confusion, an increasing lack of faith in humanity (there probably is a difference between "increasing lack of faith" and full-on "misanthropy")... I've never needed a beer more than I need one right now. Is 3:04 too early to start drinking?