THEE OOPS in Asia!

Before Tim Baker left SYFFAL to pursue his interpretive dance degree from the University of Phoenix, he gave me two things to remember:

1. Never leave Del alone with an apple-corer and access to wifi.

and more importantly,

2. THEE OOPS is the greatest musical force to ever exist in the history of existing, and anything they release will be embraced as the second coming of jesse christs and it shall be exulted and considered holy, and/or the opposite of vegan.

I knew about the first one, as I read the article that accused Del of what the SYFFAL staff now only refers to as "the incident", but the second one was almost obvious, yet it had this white crust all over it. So it def needed the ol' lick and wipe before I could understand it fully.

Tim sent me THIS. And then he didn't say anything for like five or ten minutes, which is weird for Tim because he has intimacy issues and is constantly talking to us even if we aren't even in the same state or country.

Over the course of the first ten minutes after having sat through a handful of tracks from Thee Oops, life took on a different tone. No longer was I afraid of the pile of unfinished work on my desk. No longer was I intimidated by the commute home after another day at the office. Gone was my fear of being turned down for a high five from a random stranger outside the mental health clinic where my friends worked and where I eat lunch a few times a month.

I had on new eyeballs bro, and everything wasn't just clearer, IT WAS ASKING TO GET DIRTY. IT WAS ASKING ME TO KICK ITS ASS.

Thee Oops bring an energy and a testicular sportitude that has systematically been rinsed out of all music today, mainly because we're all too afraid to make something that only a select few will cream over. I want a band to make my teeth hurt when listening to their album, and I want that tension to make me hungry as fuck to see them live.

AFTER SEEING WHAT THEE OOPS WAS LIKE IN ASIA, ALL I WANT TO DO IS SEE THEM LIVE IN AMERICA DAMNIT!

The energy these shitdicks sweat out is fucking magnetically mesmerizing. Granted, I wouldn't let these guys sleep on my couch without a sanitizing rinse in my dishwasher first, but HOLY BALLS ON A WAX MANNEQUIN OF THE POPE PLAYING BOCCE BALL WITH THE SKULLS OF PYGMY APPLE ORCHARDSMEN, THESE GUYS ARE INCREDIBLE.

We're proud as fuck to be able to premiere this little mini-documentary RIGHT HERE AT SYFFAL. And we're also pretty jacked that Slovenly is getting into the video game with a set up called Slovely On The Spot. LOOKS SO FLIPPIN BALLS!

We love you Thee Oops, never change. Unless it's your undershirt, because, BRO, YOU IS ALL SWEATY.