East Coast transplant in the post-Grunge Pacific Northwest. Sipping lattes, smoking the luscious reefer, you’re acclimating to the nu-culture just fine. While working at Kinko’s to subsidize your education, you start to realize that there is a whole world out there waiting for you to discover it. As you cautiously venture outside of your musical comfort zone, the baby steps you take pay off big. In a moment of stoned inspiration you throw it all on a tape and ship the good news to your Comrades back East.

Hefty heap of rare metals from the top of the digger elite, Mr. Cooch. Endless deep-cut tracks to help you to bang that head that doesn’t bang. Thrash about your quarantine cell and keep reminding yourself that nihilistic ideas such as these are the spice of life.

Is acceptance the same as giving up? Is it merely a human response to the overwhelmingly averse situations we face? Is it truly “surrender” when we bow to the seemingly inevitable? Or is it somehow an ass-backwards opportunity for self-empowerment? A cosmic challenge to defy the odds.

You’ve almost made it through another week in this topsy turvy world and I am certain this one will help keep you pushing through to the end.

Ladies and gentlemen, I’m proud to share with you the greatest mix tape you’ve never heard.

The title says it all. The Hills-have-yeux gallic farmer soaks up Anglo music with a rag and then throws the whole mess into his barnyard still, gets tanked on the results, and inter-dimensional outsider art is born. This is like what dog people probably imagine cat people think like.

A dark, spooky take on enjoying yourself. Goth-positive. The world pretty much fucking sucks, but you'll be damned if you take it lying down.

The grimy soundtrack to your denimclad gang's adventures through the underbelly of a crumbling rust-belt city. Maybe you recently had to throw your murdered girlfriend's corpse into a trash compactor, maybe your newborn came out of the womb a twisted mass of flesh due to your agent orange exposure in 'nam, you're ready to waste a motherfucker in any case. You've got nowhere to run and nothing to lose.