haha, i love MBV so much! and i don't understand how you don't!# /aside in the spirit of a forthcoming literature degree, let me compare two statements: 1. "The collective GSL staff and certain members of the band think what you are doing is f*cked. You should honor the band's wishes and take the songs down. Leaks suck, and are an unfortunate evil of the Internet. It sucks even more when it's such a bad copy as what is being passed around right now. As much as the hype that's swept over the internet for this release is amazing, no one wished anyone to hear such an amazing album in such piss-poor quality this side of the 70s." - The Mars Volta, after the Frances the Mute leak. 2. "We were hoping that it would have taken longer before someone leaked it. But today is a beautiful day. We are all confused and happy… This is us… What you hear is finished. Finished is a word that can either set you free or be a curse…. We are hoping for freedom here. But... You know the deal and so do we I guess. We're grateful you are tracking us down. Go and argue and fall in love. Or go towards the ditch. It took us a while. Hopefully it will take you a while as well." - Broken Social Scene, after the Windsurfing Nation leak. such a fucking huge difference in attitudes. while deloused was one of my favourite albums of whatever year it was released, francis fucking sucked. i think the reason i hated it so much was because they used 2 and 3 note passages that were similar to deloused, including the same effects and tones, and yet failed to capitalise on their worth. instincively, unconciously, i was waiting for the 'noooooowwwww iiiiiiii'mm loooooo-ooost', and yet i got some shitty spac-prog-rock thing, the likes of which i don't even want to comprehend. i have this nightmare where i will pick up the album again, such as with a few fantastic albums (slanted and enchanted, some offspring record) and think 'fuck yeah, this is amazing, why didn't i listen to this before?', but then i wake, and realise this will never be so. for the sake of bss...to be honest, in order to do them any justice i have tried to intoxicate myself. i have succeeded, and i am now thinking that i must be sober in order to do them any justice. bss create a forced internal paradox; there is no greater praise than that. i stop, i continue. (it was children) mike*