Electronica

An early morning inner eyelid escapades into non-aligned chaos designed to answer nothing and surrealize everything. All this, and then there are the InComing Wounded, pausing to re-flesh, bloat, and float away (size 7 large). Evening dressed not rehired.

Are you sick of guys that yodel like your kid brother, playing $79 guitars - and pop divas who think it takes 50 different pitches to make a note? Tired of sucking up whatever happy sappy pap the giant conspiracy music machine shoves at you and pretending to like it so you'll be cool?

Join Poodles McGee of the FCC as he celebrates his weekly escape from the office and his home in Peotone with broken beats, savory meats, and sundry treats. Warning: may involve remix culture; may deviate into themes; may contain nuts.