Episode 9, in which we discover that Pinduca was a police sergeant and also harbored a secret desire to be a male stripper. Songs about how you can never trust a women. Songs about women who smoke, about umbanda parties, topless bars, and Tarzan – all this and more in the ninth installment of No Embalo do…..
Aw Christ who am I kidding, I don’t have anything to say about this record. This is the very definition of “phoning it in.” I’ve had a really crap week, or as I would be able to appropriately say if things had turned out better for me, “this week has been total shite.” Although if things had turned out better then I wouldn’t need to say my week was shit, rendering these last few sentences irrelevant. Not redundant, because nothing has been repeated, but possibly I have become redundant in the British sense, in that I might be imminently replaceable. If fact I encourage readers to write their own description of this album in the style of Flabbergasted Vibes. Please post your writing sample in the comments section, along with a CV, three professional references, and a statement of your goals and theoretical contribution to the discipline. Eligible candidates for the position will demonstrate a clear commitment to uncompensated writing and chronic anxiety about your future.
Enjoy the music, you bastards.