Boyfriends Come and Go.

Back before I discovered the greatness of sites like this (and far before I even thought of starting this site), I used Myspace as a means of finding new indie bands to add to rotation in my DJ sets. Poingly was one to reply to my blatant use of Myspace as a want ad for music, and sent me a lovely package from the department of Homeland Security. At least that was the shtick, having me scared I was doing something wrong and didn't know it. Well, 2 years and a lazy friendship later (I only see him when I run into him randomly around town), Poingly hands me a nicely packaged full-length CD, and I'm not surprised he chose to title it "I Suck." You see, that's the charm of Poingly. He creates electropunk madness with lyrics of perversion, anger, and self-deprecation... but in an oddly funny way. Not the Marilyn Manson kind of way.

I think if Ed Kaspell and Peaches got drunk together and decided it was a smart idea to copulate, Poingly would be what came out.

Don't visualize that for more than one second or it will cause serious permanent damage.

From I Suck, available now through his Myspace page:
Boy Meets Girl
I Am An NYU Art Student
I'd Like To See You Naked
+ Myspace

Bonus: Mixel Pixel - My Animal (Poingly Mix)

In other news, Los Angeles was nice. Not great, not bad... but just not me. I'll have a whole wrap-up of events along with a playlist from the trip posted before the end of this week. Also, Paul the Anglophile finally broke down and bought another laptop, so here's to hoping he gets back on top of posting about what's over the sea.

Back on track, kids. Back on track.