Jeremy Birrell is an octopod without hair, but damn he makes fine coffee. Lindsey K should be proud of him.
...or...
The Euclid Crew should keep buying those baseball hats.
It makes me feel like I'm at a dinner party and I don't know anyone, nor how to relate to their conversations. I paid for your album, so why would I want to read your private cryptic messages to your friends in the liner notes? I don't get it. You want to give someone credit? Fine, go ahead and thank them, but save the cellphone text-messaging shit for your Nokia.
I bet this pisses nobody else off as much as it does me.