It’s awesome when something is perfectly executed. Case in point: this video from House of Strombo of a four-song set by The Cult…. The Cult came and played at the guy’s house. Damn. Check out the stylish art-galleryesque crowd. And Ian Astbury, Billy Duffy, those guys were literally like fifty-three years old nine years ago, but it’s still very credible. In the event that your blog-reading time is at a premium and you need the highlight of the highlight, scroll to ~12:40 in.

Remember when Mick Jagger was all, “When I turn 33, I’ll retire. That’s the time when a man has to dedicate himself to other things. I don’t want to be a rock star all my life”?

Wax Ecstatic (To Sell Angelina) from Sponge off of Wax Ecstatic lies at the global optimum of some extreme-high-dimensional space. If only I could get my chops on the Tom DeLonge signature stratocaster up to the level.

At first glance it’s hard to understand why the Wax Ecstatic record didn’t go RIAA diamond. The band was seemingly right with the early nineties zeitgeist. Rotting Pinata had broken them into the mainstream. If you compare the one-two punch of Wax Ecstatic (To Sell Angelina) and Have You Seen Mary, with say, Everything’s Zen and Glycerine, you’re just left feeling confused. What could be missing?

Something that’s kind of amusing about the peas-in-the-pod style exoplanets:

are the systems that look like this: