we are giving the final mixes of our Long Play Record Album of musical productions a listen this weekend and, once we've tweaked them appropriately, we will have a hard copy in our sweaty, sausage-like fingers.

Then we send it off to the master of disaster, to master our disaster.  Wish us luck.  Also wish yourselves luck, because once this tome of twelve terrible tone-mobiles been heard by human ears, there is no hope for that particular human to have any semblance of normal existence again.  We apologize for unleashing this record so recklessly on an unsuspecting public, but feel it is our duty as (wo)men to uphold truth on a daily basis, however despicable it may initially seem. 

also, normal existence is for nerds.

also, they don't have it in their library yet, so i will just tell you: i am listening to radiohead's In Rainbows and enjoying it very much