Radical Face

I love being pleasantly surprised. 

Wait. No. I love being unbelievably, undeniably, and perfectly in the right frame of mind in the right place at the right time to be in said frame of mind in the right place. (READ THAT AGAIN, YOU MISSED THE JIZZT.)

This morning one of our twitter boyfriends named Ben Resnik was doing the dark lord's work by suggesting our faces get radical. Fifteen minutes later I have my pants pushed down around my workboots and I'm twirling around my pharmacy like a man who just won the ear-lottery, or the lotEARy (which is a word I just made up because I have the sense of humor of a high school science teacher).

Radical Face is some shit!

"The Road to Nowhere" sounds all at once like the first song I've ever heard and the last song I'll hear before I die, with its galloping drums, hypnotizing violin, and church orgy piano. If haunting and life affirming had a baby, it would sound like Radical Face. 

Even if you just appreciate the thumpage of the bass drum, this song is fucking balls.

While at first I thought I was listening to some sort of Vivaldi remix from a deBeers commercial on mushrooms, I soon realized that I was listening to some sort of Vivaldi remix from a deBeers commercial on mushrooms with vocals provided by In Tall Buildings.

This is some shit I'd consider bathing myself in melted crayons to, and I can think of no higher compliment. 

Dear Radical Face,
THIS IS FUCKING BALLS BRO. MAKE MORE AND LET US HEARS ITS. I'D LIKE TO SHARE A MALTED WITH YOU, TWO STRAWS. 
LOVE,
DAD