Wednesday, December 21, 2005
Posted at
12:22
by
Importer
1. Swear on our autographed Nick Cave novel, we emailed Tia the other day, all like, "We should do a Christmas post. Think anyone's got Christmas songs?" Then walked to our mailbox and found a package with a return address that said "Ho Ho
Ho-Ag." While the envelope had OTD's name and address on it, we suspect there was a mixup at the mailer-stuffing party: the letter inside was addressed to one M. Brodeur. Oops. (Bro-Bro: they said to tell you they demand "instant holiday classic status" for this. If you want to swap notes, give us a ring.)
Appropriately for a band that's never found a style it couldn't master, destroy, and discard in under three minutes, this is a relatively straightforward but still deeply ominous cover of a really fucked-up 103-year-old song that we normally wouldn't be able to imagine anyone this side of Robert Goulet singing. It's a song you'd sing to your kids only if you wanted to remind them that someday -- relatively soon, cosmically speaking -- they're all gonna die, miserable and alone. Happy holidays!
LISTEN: Ho-Ho-Ho-Ag, "
Toyland" (mp3)
