Sweet Jesus. My body is gyrating in wholly unnatural ways thanks to the mad thumping of these bastard machines and the eight glasses of Chivas. This could be the finest electroclash/dancepunk/what-the-fuck-ever compilation ever -- or it could be the eight glasses of Chivas. I can grant a free pass to endless "candid" vocal performances and simplistic dance beats now, but that shit won't fly tomorrow morning. Hint Hint's frantic "Rung by Rung" will be poison to my hung-over brain, but it will definitely show up on future mixtapes. The rest of this may downright suck when I sober up.