I'm sure there's a ton of that in Minnesota, because the Sleaze, teenage jerks from right down the street, seem just as anxious to get the message across. "Smokin' Fuckin' Cigs" (all that abbreviation!) is the gem of this installment's entire playlist. Yeah it's G.G. and the Jabbers' "Don't Talk to Me" almost verbatim, but they're smokin' Basics and the singer is a taxpaying alley-cat screaming at the price of 'em (all that abbreviation!). If Fashionable Idiots operates under the mantra of "moron music for a moron world" than the Sleaze, the snottiest of the roster, is king of the moronic universe—and that's the highest compliment. The fact that they ripped off the sleaziest scumfuk of them all is proof they've been spending plenty of time with solos that can be played in five seconds and on one note. Investigating "Machine Hand," a song on the other side, and previous MySpace posts shows they aren't afraid to Germs-it-up slowly, pulling tendons into taffy like anti-blues destructors.

from the agit reader: http://www.agitreader.com/primitivefutures/fashionable_idiots.html

i cant tell the smoke from the air.

its getting cold outside.

It has been verified. The Sleaze is now officially banned from the Manhattan loft. Apparently we were simply too outrageous. I'm not kidding either. .conor

The sleaze came, the sleaze saw, the sleaze conquered. Needless to say, we rocked the shit out of the Manhattan loft. Those bitches didn't know what to do. Tables were turned, chairs knocked, and of course, paintings thrown to the ground. Thanks to all that attended, it was a good time. .conor