Ive been told there's more than 4 ways to listen to the Noisettes- but i can think of a fifth.
Seems to be someones been up to no good down there at the Festival of Failure. Things're all up in the air-the pending merger with Vostok Records and quite possibly getting swallowed up completely in the orbit of MoFoCo once and for all-they ain't living up to their name... The festival of failure...my eye.
My electric eye, shedding a tear of pure 4-in-1, dripping onto my dust-free suit which sets off the intruder alarm on levels 7 through 12. oy- I can't stand looking at blinking red lights you know. reminds me of my years in a bordello on that crusty old rock, Rigel VII. I still own a timeshare there- tho with this interdimentional transmotodarter out of commission, and no quadropetrol station on this side of the spiral arm of the galaxy- I'm pretty much stuck here for the duration.
Ain't so bad , really... especially that place you call New Mexico. Reminds me of home.
I also hear tell that the Empress of the Universe has sent her bimillenial message of goodwill and tidings to the far reaches. I got a chance to tap in on this zinc-plated prehistoric solid state sonic broadcaster here and ill be adding it to this litany of transmissions soon. Even though them ornery critters running this planet here haven't a clue, its always a good idea to plant the seed in their one-headed brains.
It's also a good idea to be able to hold your liquor here. These carbon -based drinks are not for the faint of circuit board...