There are many universal truths in this worldthe rain gets you wet (sans umbrella), the sun changes the timbre of your skin (sans sunscreen) and the new Dog Fashion Disco record is quite possibly one of the most riveting, rich and sonically powerful recordings Ive heard this yearsans earplugs.

The fact that it was a Friday in Los Angeles was more than abundantly clear on the freeway this morning. People on their cell phones, drinking coffee and the application of make-up only while being inconvenienced with the fact that they have to commandeer their vehicles through the vortex of inconsideration, mania and angst was completely overshadowed when I walked into my office this morning.

The long awaited, highly anticipated Dog Fashion Disco record Adultery, was just back from the mastering lab late last night and suspiciously cued up for my listening pleasure before I even had the chance to say Good Morning.

Now my opinion may be biased, but during my tenure here at Rotten Records, Ive had the dubious luxury to hear and work with some of the most diverse and talented musicians ever to grace a rest stop on Interstate 40, but this record exceeded all expectations from anyone here at Rotten.

Call it the soundtrack for the most disturbing film-noir, the background music to a tri-state killing spree, the proverbial Taps being blown for an entire rouge nation of sewing circle vigilantes, but nonetheless, call it nothing short of a masterpiece guaranteed to tickle all of you SIX aural senses.

Ideas and treatments are being tossed around as we speak, for video and you should hear some of the ideas being spewed from the nine-ring think tank.

I cant remember the last time I was this excited about a record, let alone a record thats coming to you from one of our ownI feel like a proud father, whose just watched his kid knock a baseball out of his own backyard and through the window of a church eight blocks down....

and by the way, this has nothing to do with the fact that Im more punch drunk than anything. Three hours of sleep, bloodshot eyes, smudges on my coke bottle glasses, nicotine stained fingers and black coffee always helps the world make more sense

Warmest regards, Richie, your V.P., your right hand man, your second mother fucker in command, and of course the rest of the Rotten Family.