I'm in a punkish mood, not helped by various and assorted rants here and there in the blogosphere, (all deserved and supported by me, 100%). So while it's Friday and I do believe Fridays are for gearing up for a sex-a-licious weekend, I am also feeling a bit sharp around the edges and that combination calls for only one type of music!

Luckily I ran into The Loved Ones' new album recently and let me tell you Build and Burn, their sophmore album, is awesomely good. It's solid, it's well mastered, sounds very professional and not muddy as so much good recorded punk music does. Released in early 2008, it's full of songs that show off the band's growth lyrically from Keep Your Heart, a broader vocal style and just some really catchy tracks. Always earnestly focused on love and loss, The Loved Ones put a really sweet love song on this album which I give you today to give ya a little tingle for your hot date tonight ;)

And what punkish mood would be complete without some girly tunes? I've not listened to Sleater Kinney in a while, and combing their catalogue for a love song took quite a while! Not surprised are you? Yes, they're a dreary group generally. "I wanna be your Joey Ramone" is just so.... so.... well, if you know me, it's so me, ha! Like The Loved Ones, this track is off their sophmore album. And the other track, "The Size of Our Love" I'm afraid only MeatPocket will truly understand completely. I love you baby! xoxoxo

So, get off your asses this weekend, snuggle up to your lover or your one night stand, or even to your one hand (and your favorite movie/magazine) and make something of it. Channel that rage at the economy, at those major corporations who rip us off on a regular basis, at your hated political figure of choice, at the lack of political choices in general! -- take all that rage and have some outrageously loud sex with it, people! Wake the fucking neighbors! They've done it to you at least once.

I Swear mp3 The Loved Ones Build and Burn (2008) give em some money!
I Wanna Be Your Joey Ramone mp3 Sleater Kinney Call The Doctor (1996) pony up
The Size Of Our Love mp3 Sleater Kinney The Hot Rock (1999) big love, small price

photo credit: Charlemagne 13

In light of the Biden/Palin debate tonight wherein Sarah Palin evaded any question of substance and was not held to answer for any false statements (neither by Biden nor by the moderator, Gwen Ifill); wherein Sarah Palin purported to know something about foreign policy while at the same time making ridiculous statements about it; wherein Sarah Palin showed no emotion whatsoever except to wink (!) at the audience, at the newscasters, and at her husband, even when Senator Biden choked up (as he often does) when talking about his dead wife and daughter; and, wherein Sarah Palin expressed a sincere desire to expand the legislative powers of the vice president, I am hereby forced to revert to childhood musical taste and curl up in a corner of my bedroom, rocking myself to sleep to the sounds of horrible, fluffy, 1970s love-pop. I'm sorry. Please forgive me in advance for inflicting it on you all. (But seriously, isn't that picture awesome!, who knew if you googled "bread" you'd get *that*?)

I loved the group, Bread. They sang all the love songs that 8 year old me wanted to believe defined love. Back then no one sang about "fucking" or "sex" or even "shoop"ing. "Make It With You" was explicit enough for 8 year old me. That's how people said it back then, "Do you wanna make it?" or "Did you make it last night?" It seems so odd now to think about that, so 70s! Anyway, if you've not heard Bread, you really should have some sugary sweet 70s love pop for your Friday groove, and get out there and Make It this weekend folks, xoxoxo

Make It With You, mp3 Bread, On The Waters ..... Buy it
It Don't Matter To Me, mp3 Bread, Bread ..... Buy it
If, mp3 Bread, Manna ..... Buy it

Um yeah. I was really gonna try and clean up this blog, what with all the sex songs and the Pup's obsession with bitches this week, but alas, I find myself blogging on another Friday. And as you know, Fridays in Tart-land are the let-it-loose-and-be-a-little-wild day of the week! Mrs. Tart (MeatPocket as she's chosen to be called here, oh my!) and I have opted out of seeing a gig tonight, so apologies all you Fiest fans, just not our cuppa right now. And at the moment, in the wee hours of Friday morning, I'm just basking in the afterglow and picking out movie times for this evening.

What better album to turn you on to than Puscifer's V Is For Vagina. God, I am so in love with this sound. Dark, broody, so masculine and yet not exactly angry or violent as it is simply just mmmmmm meaty and er, dare I say, throbbing? Maynard James Keenan, from Tool, and A Perfect Circle, created this gorgeously sexy sound to be "groove-oriented music that makes you feel good" and without a doubt he succeeded on these two tracks. Other tracks on the album seem out of sync here but these two shine, and while the project as a whole seems to lack focus I'm content with scooping the cream off the top.

Now I know, some of you will ask, how can a Tart like this stuff after you've seen some of her latest pop/funk/posts? What can I say? The dark side is hawt. No, I'm not one to espouse guns and violence and that kind of death/dirge, metal music. But when Keenan growls

Out to run the train at the railway station,
Shotgun Betty stoppin' dead at my shoes.
Cock on lockdown, she said learn the damn alphabet.
I come before you, get to payin' your dues.

I just see some kind of poetry in that. Call me crazy if you will... :)

Vagina Mine mp3, Puscifer: V Is For Vagina

For your auditory/sensual delights our second Friday track is just too too obvious, but indulge me, it's been a long week full of computer viruses and whatnot and did I mention that afterglow? ;)

Queen B mp3 Puscifier: V Is For Vagina

This lady got the thickness
Can I get a witness
This lovely lady got the thickness
Can I get a Hell Yeah

Grab them saddlebags and
Toss em over me
Let's ride all night

Hell Yeah, the Tart's feeling that tonight... hopefully you'll be feeling it too later on my darling reader(s) xoxo

buy it direct from the Puscifer website it's pretty cool to just go peek at too

Well, over in Tart-land Fridays are the let-it-loose-and-be-a-little-wild day of the week. I'm spending my day packing up for a short road trip...ending with a romp in the country with some deliciously trampy people. You know music's gotta be a part of that! What better way to put you in the mood than some Luscious Jackson, eh?

My ever reliable (?) Wiki tells me that the group is named after Lucious Jackson, a basketball Player whose name was mispronounced "luscious" during a sportscast. They formed in 1991 and disbanded in 2000, taking the riotgrrl phenomenon to another level, sexing up what was looking for a while to be just feminist anger, and creating a sleek and accessible sound for the late 90s, urban dance scene.

from Greatest Hits:
Naked Eye (Radio Version) mp3
Ladyfingers mp3


It's the weekend, go have yourselves some SEX people!