Taxidermy Blues In Reverse

This is one of those music posts which I feel are going to abound in this blog, first because as CSS put it, music is my boyfriend (I am so not original in my metaphors, it's pathetic), and also because talking about obscure bands makes me cooler. Or at least it used to, since I just ruined it by typing it out loud. What can you do.

Today I have to spread the love and tell you about red red meat. Not actual meat, guys. Actually, some red meat sounds really good right now--with a nice pepper sauce and greasy French fries, mmmm. But I'm losing focus here. I was going to tell you about that '90s band, incidentally named Red Red Meat. See? I do have a point.

So, the other night I was going through a profound introspective phase ("What am I going to do with myself? Why do my plans go from likely-to-succeed to irresistibly-failing? Why is the nail polish I just put on already chipped?", this kind of stuff) and I decided to play some random music to soothe my soul (come on, I had spent 45 minutes waiting for that nail polish to dry!). That's how I stumbled upon Red Red Meat .

Long story short, it's really good. You know how you feel when the person you totally want to see naked invites you over? Well, it's exactly the opposite of how you feel when you listen to this band!! Rather, it produces the same feeling as when above-mentioned person steps on your heart as if it were nothing but a piece of... red red meat. I guess that's where the name of the band comes from.

Anyway, you should check it out. And then invite someone over. You know what I mean.