Th' Faith Healers are ancient history, and that's OK. Their sound is unapologetically early nineties, and their genius is immense, not that anyone has any idea who they are or has ever listened to their music. I'm sad that I never caught them when they were touring around randomly years ago. Apparently I'm not the only one who listens to Th' Faith Healers.

That paragraph was composed of random sentences. I had a bad dream right before I woke up, like, a really bad dream, as if something earth shatteringly awful had happened to me and within the dream I was crying hysterically uncontrollably until I woke up. Of course I woke up feeling like you do after you cry hysterically for hours, all drained and tired, even though I didn't actually do any real crying. Harrowing, it is. The point is that... well, I could ramble for hours.

Song Note: This recording of this song is from their Peel Sessions, which are not available on Amazon MP3. I link to the real album here, and the recorded version of Curly Lips seems tamer than this one. Just a heads up.

Site Note: Tomorrow will kick off "Youth Week" in which I talk about the various ways I traumatized myself when I was a kid and the music I listened to while doing it. I figure I'll do themes every couple of weeks to keep myself entertained and write about more stuff than "hey here's this song, it is good, listen to it, blah blah blah."

I can't wait for "Songs I Had Awkward Tentative Sex To Week".