Pottymouth by Huhu

Here at Misc., we believe that good werk – e.g., 365 days of pointless toil in your shitty job, for a company that won’t exist next year – deserves great rewards, so on this special day, treat yourself to a special treat, on us.

This Perfectly Constructed Audial Commodity should be the soundtrack to everyone’s Yule, moving as it does through soothing pastoral ambience, heartstring-plucking spoken word and onwards/upwards, into the sonic heavens – a place of fluffy clouds, flashy designer robes and flirty angels. Beam me up m8.

To be honest, Huhu, a former choirboy two-piece who recently discovered Purple Drank and Max/MSP, have chosen to release this tonal miracle on Christmas Day because they couldn’t be arsed to get it out earlier in the year, and tend to be quite pissed at this time of the annus. Mr and Mrs Misc. have done their best to tart things up with some flashy post-Duchampian graphix and accompanying blabbers but, at the end of the day, you can’t polish a turd.

And you certainly can’t polish a potty-full of them, shat out lean-and-mean onto the interwebs like reverse heartburn, as here. So just pipe down, sit back and soak it up: resistance, like most things in life (most of all art), is futile.

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