A while ago, I heard this track in that Sony Bravia commercial (Google it, yo, I'm not linking to Sony) with all the superballs flying through San Francisco and was shocked that A) someone covered this song and B) that it was so damned good. I really like the original, but I really love this version. Sadcore at its finest. Or something.
Somewhat dissonant and very odd. Love it. Or something.
I want to take a time machine back to the early 1990s and make out with the bands on the Creation label. Or something.
Germany rules for so many reasons, not the least of which is the fact that it's not as uncommon there for women to front alt-rock bands as it is here. Or something.
This song was my introduction to The Free Design, a late-'60s/early-'70s baroque pop act who are so awesome you just know that everyone at Elephant 6 and Minty Fresh and the like wish they were them. Or something.
Song I Love + Band I Love = Meh. Or something.