Wherein I advocate a swift punch to the face

I subscribe to a number of feeds about music. Shocking. I know. I was looking at some of those feeds this morning and quickly pushed past one but felt the sudden urge to punch someone in the face. I wondered what on Earth had just made me feel like that.

It was this:

He’s in a band called Baths and I don’t even know where to begin. Could the face punching urge come from seeing the baby doll head in his pocket? Could it be those effing chops? The 70s called and they want their hair back. Could it be the expression on his face? Is he about to pick something off that trellis–like maybe his self respect?

Thanks Douchebag for bringing out my need for violence on this otherwise lovely Friday.

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