Faint's new album Wet From Birth proves once and for all that the flesh is weak. Yes, this record plunges into the depths of hmmmmmmm relationships - the messy kind between the male and the female of the species. Sick dude. If you're listening in your car and you turn Wet From Birth up loud enough, the juicy pulsating rhythms will bounce you into the back seat and have you at the mercy of your most primal urges. And it's fun to dance to.

How would I describe it? Let me count the ways . . . .cowabunga, awesome, cool!!! For you cats that are turned-on enough to already know this band, you probably already own Danse Macabre . . . what can I say, Wet From Birth is just that much more sick with it.

For you birds and beetles that don't know this band, they're more 80's dance than anything. Myself, and those close to me whom also enjoy a good dose of the Faint, are fans of Vast and Portishead if that helps - though The Faint doesn't sound the least bit like either of these bands. I try to be helpful.