Friday, January 23, 2009
Folks, it's the end of the first week of the rest of our lives, and so we must celebrate. And you know what that means it's time for: that's right—synthpop. And who better to salute our new era of American competence than a little band of fey-bots called Soviet who dance with their keyboards like any normal person would. No, they're not a gaggle of dirty commies from Kazakhstan; they're just a workaday group of whiteys from LA with a fetish for the Cold War's greatest decade. In keeping with the optimism of recent days, this song is called "Breakdown." Enjoy, but not too much, because, really, we're doomed.