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I grabbed this album because I was hoping to hear some bork band speak in fucking jibberish but without all the sigur ros type mystery bullshit. I could read everything on their website, but I was really hoping it was complete shit so I could move past a band name that makes no fucking sense to me and no one would have to listen to me textually fellate a band they've never heard of.

TOO BAD COOZEWAGON!

Kenju's latest album I Have No Arms and No Legs is fucking tits mcgee stroking fucking terts mchugeterts in a way that I've connected with more than any other album since hearing In Rainbows on second hand pot smoke all those years ago. Picture: syncopation jerking off amazing vocals, going down on an ethereal reverb feel that makes everything you've heard this year from a band of borks sound amateur.

I was trying to explain this to a friend of mine this weekend and I mentioned Radiohead, Silverchair, Whitest Boy Alive, Spoon and Slow Car Crash all in the same sentence, but I'll admit it sounded way cooler when I had that scotch in my hand and 4 or 5 in my tummy by then.

Trust me in my declaring this one of the best indie albums of 2010. The percussion alone is enough to sell the record in my opinion, but the vocals are what I love the most outside of the dreamy guitar work.

If this doesn't get at least two dozen plays from you through the rest of 2010 I will consider you a pagan proctologist with a penchant for penchant proctoring.

Also, I found an email address for these bork ass borks and they agreed to let me interview them in my typical respectful fashion. You can check it out here.

GRAB THIS ASAP. IT'S DELICIOUS! BORKLICIOUS!