Yo! Music be trippin'!

Here, sweet reader, are six magical tracks destined to make you more popular than a newborn in a cannibal camp. We say they're magical because we had them solemnly dedicated by a hungry gypsy who kept eyeing our sandwich. At first he said he didn't have those kind of powers, but when we emphasised we had pickle loaf on marble rye, he suddenly got religious.

This week the red curtain rises to reveal tracks from The Features, Mint, My Morning Jacket, Garbage, Nada Surf and Space Monkeys.  

Please proceed.

The Features: Blow It Out off Exhibit A
(This is one heck of an upbeat track. It was pulled off an album that was originally going to be called The Re-Enslavement Of Mimi, but Mariah Carey's lawyers have ways. It's just what we heard.)

Mint: The Magnetism Of Pure Gold off Magnetism

(Gold has many qualities, the best of which is making all people want it. We here at hecklerspray are well above such greed, and that's why when our advertisers pay us in stolen Incan gold, we don't cash it in. We bang it out into more practical items like lunch pales, door stops, and replicas of a beautiful Incan deity. It makes us feel pious, and garners us loads of respect in South America. Seriously, people just move out of your way. Oh, and Mint is a band rising fast on hecklerspray's radar.)

My Morning Jacket: It Beats For You off Z
(These guys are pretty good. Not only do they have at least two songs that we've both heard and like, but they're a very clean peoples. Rumour on the jam-band circuit has it these guys are never out of arm's reach of a wet-nap. No wait, that's a rumour we just made up here. Sorry. This song is great. Check it.)

Garbage: Cherry Lips (Go Baby Go!) off Beautiful Garbage
(Did anyone realise Garbage could do bubble-gum pop? And wonderfully no less, but in getting to the heart of the matter – who would win in a fight between Shirley Manson and the recently pregged-up Gillian Anderson? No stomach punching, though. There's a baby in one of those.)

Nada Surf: Fruit Fly off Let Go
(It's a slow introspective song involving decomposing food on your table and the apocalyptic conditions it sets forth at meal-time. It starts out slow, then about a third in it starts rocking your very bones. Incidentally, this album ranks way up there in the mighty hecklerspray catalogue.)

Space Monkeys: March of the Scarecrows off The Daddy Of Them All
(The tale of the Space Monkeys fills us all with sadness unending. They had one grand album – and oh was it grand! Then they disappeared completely, never to bless us with another collection of their electro-funk brit-rock again. We blame the mob – we always blame the mob. Not the Chinese mob, though. They give us deals on calculators.)

Now listen to these beautiful choices via the magic of Napster

[story by Shawn Lindseth]