Hey, Kids, Poingly here. Remember that Paula Abdul remix album? Yeah, that was my first cassette. It saved me from too much exposure to my parents' easy listening radio habits on countless trips. It sounds totally not punk rock; but trust me, it was. I fucking wore that tape down, pasted it together when it broke, and was forever influenced by Paula's sweet siren song. When people ask me what I'm trying to do with my music...well, seriously, I'm trying to recreate that Paula Abdul remix album. That shit was hot, yo. I am, unfortunately, sort of shitty at it. My attempt at pure pop magic changes into a screaming mess, distortion plowing over power chord driven guitar, and a background beat thumping from the best freeware technology 1996 had to offer! One day, mark my words, my appearance on American Idol will be met with Paula responding, "What the fuck was that?"