On Saturday the band members laid down a series of playful indie-rock grooves: plinky keyboards and spidery guitar lines, rattling drums and nudging bass.

[…] near it is a cluster of weapons of villanous aspect, comprising every thing from a Malayan creese to a sailor's jackknife or a Smith & Wesson revolver.

Maybe you missed that even the folks in news admin have recognized you fucknozzles for what you ARE. The more you people froth - the more people will catch ON to what you pathetic little cretins are ALL about. Sadly DEFICIENT little boys PLAYING at being men!

After passing off the bracelets to Thanh and me, one of the elders then shoved into my hands a mason jar of the Montagnard moonshine that had gone down like Drano the night before last, cleaning out all my pipes.