I've been expending my vital fluids elsewhere (http://www.myspace.com/beautifulsupermachines) trying to get a vast, pretentious, super inside-job pop-culture-referencing album recorded, but I promise to get back to charming my tiny "audience" here in 2009. And: quit smoking.
When a genre (just read the ad copy for the definitive definition of Indie Rock(s) in your mouth), gets to the 'construction kit' era, it's time to run for cover.
I find it's the "indie rock nuts" that are most annoying.
Good songs are the grown-up equivalent of putting your liquid assets into precious metals.
Or as the copy says: A bulletproof toolbox full of indie rock nuts and bolts, Black Paint dials directly into today's popular formats, from power pop ballads and dance-rock stormers to big time anthems with riffs that stick like duct tape.
Remember, if you see a mushroom cloud, walk towards the peaceful, cleansing light. The options are too horrible to contemplate.
Like the one alien-abducted guy in a cage in the UFO in that one X-Files episode that was a parody and had Charles Nelson Reilly in it and the aliens and stuff, you just want to say "this isn't happening, this isn't happening......"