Why Go Once? Pearl Jam Releases Ten Again, Keeps the Even Flow Alive, Like Looking from The Porch Garden at the Vast Deep Black Oceans. Jeremy.

Not to be confused with the new studio album they're working on, Pearl Jam is reissuing a remixed Ten, their hit 1991 album that taught me what an aural orgasm, or an "aurgasm" (it only works in print) was. And get this, it's even more just as awesome as the original! So think Bush's Deconstructed, just not shitty!

On March 24th, Pearl Jam continues its trend of kicking rock and roll's ass with the remixed version of Ten, which will include all 11 (I know, that grunge is so unconventional!) of Ten's Remastered originals, plus Remixed Versions of the songs, and some Bonus Tracks! *Cream :)* I can't contain myself, I keep capitalizing everything. I feel so German. You see that headline up there? That's the kind of Creativity a Degree in English will get you (i.e.;Jack squat I write for a shitty blog)

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Dredg: Taking Standing Around Wistfully Too Literally for 4 Years and Counting...

It's been four years. FOUR YEARS since Dredg's last venture into giving me audio orgasms, and that they did. I swear to God, after listening to El Cielo, I needed to smoke a cigarette.


Dear Dredg: More of this --


LESS OF THIS.




And please put down the lens flares for a second and focus on the slide guitar.

According to Dredg:

"We are currently in the middle of mixing and putting the final touches on our new record and are on schedule for an April release. Unfortunately, our original March 24 release date has been pushed back due to unavoidable consequences and our constant search for perfection."

Anyway -- watch that release date get pushed back until September. And perfection? To have pushed an album date back about 10 times, with each the hopeless despair inside me growing like a void, I can only hope what they give me after 4 years of waiting is so perfect I can't help but both cry and ejaculate just thinking about the songs. Yeah, I might be in public and there may be women present -- but who cares, I wear my emotions on my sleeve. That's how I roll.


If this is any indication of the 'perfection' that we'll be receiving come July, then it looks like my dick is staying in my pants. I might just have to think of El Cielo while I'm listening to it.

And while I'll defend their talent to my dying day, I'm getting pretty sick and tired of being strung along like a mouse in a maze with the promise of cheese.
Let's just hope it's brie waiting for me and not a guillotine.
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