I’m home from work today because the right side of my face is swollen to roughly twice its normal size.  My doctor gave me some antibiotics, hypothesizing that I was bitten in my sleep by some sort of nefarious insect.  I have a slightly wilder theory.  I believe a gypsy put a curse on me.  I was haggling over the price of a donkey this weekend with a travelling band of Eastern Europeans and secured what I thought was an excellent deal for both parties.  The state of my face implies that the gypsy thought she got a raw deal.  I am currently applying a poultice of ground chicken livers and unicorn tears to my grill, hoping for the best.  (This is a tough ethical decision for me, in that I am a vegetarian, but I’ve decided to put my personal mores to the side in the interest of having a normally sized face again.)  If you don’t hear from me next week, it is because I have travelled to Uzbekistan to seek a powerful mage.  Good times!

My gypsy-cursed face is, however, your benefit.  I got a super sweet track from Kansas City duo I Love You in the electronic mail this morning.  The boys bring the raucous art-punk, with swirling atonality and generalized noisification.  Further, non-sequiturs in the title always catch my eye.  The press release for I Love You describes the band’s sound as DIY punk crossed with dub bass.  That’s a weird combo, but it works completely.  You’ll be tapping your toes while this one plays.  While the poultice seeps into my hell-ravaged dome, it’s a nice distraction.  I Love You’s second record, Bell Ord Forrest comes out on Joyful Noise on October 27.  It’s perfect music if you’re banishing any evil spirits from your person and/or home.

I Love You – The Colloquialism is Simply “Gas”