Kutiman - "Music is Ruling My World"

I feel like I've gotten away with a crime listening to this song, my booty like the wheels of a getaway car over lined pavement. This song is all asphalt, as in ass-fault, as in fault line, as in line of coke, as in coca-cola, as in brown syrupy liquid, dripping down the back of your hand, onto the dancefloor, mixing with the loose change, dripping from my pockets, 'cause I got money to burn. I'm rich when I listen to this, I'm hot-steppin', noose-preppin', you know what I mean? It's over, brother, and I'm taking all of this stuff with me, even your chair. That means you, and you, and you, are coming with me. Get it? I didn't come for the breakdown, I came for the verses, as in vs., as in we're fighting this out, this ends tonight! Time to test your addictions, see if they're still there. Watch out!! [Buy]

The Phonemes - "Pain Perdu"

The brilliant bursting Phonemes are bringing the sunlight on cafeteria trays today with "Pain Perdu". Translated, it is generally understood to mean French Toast, but I prefer "lost bread". Little slices of rye following the man in the brown jacket for 20 minutes before realizing that's not their father. Suddenly the crowd seems purposefully ignoring them, just any old slice of bread, and a frantic panic head-turning reveals no familiar face. Some lost slices run around crying, others simply wander, enjoying the sights for their new sad beauty. But a piece of bread cannot be a poet, at least not all of them, and surely it's only a matter of time before one goes stale. Then one can only hope to be softened slightly by holding eggs and milk, and settling into a routine. Every day, every day, every night, every night, all I want, all I want... [Buy]