Talkin' jivey, poison ivy

Have I found a new karaoke song? Or an end-of-workday catharsis?



This track achieves the triple crown of mid-70s hard rock: twin guitars, cowbell, and talk box.

It was also unwillingly titled, and it's that chorus that sails it over most other hairy, platform-and-flares yowling of that era. Plus, the band was named after a lyric from their heroes, The Band. And, Scottish? Cool. They were the Caledonian answer to Thin Lizzy.

GAELS RAWK.

And Sudden Silence, Shhhhh

I am playing this because it is my favorite Duran b-side and yesbygod I still have this tattered 45. And, hey, look--it's also what appears to be a goth/punk vintage store in Austin.



2:48 of delicate, rhythmic synthesizer bliss. Possibly, I could tell you more but this is blacked out today.

All the talk seems to verge on hyperbole, but still, I wouldn't want a world without free knowledge.  If this happens, then I may no longer be able to bring you stuff that you want to feel good about feeling bad about feeling good about, like this: