The band: Namur
The website: namur.nu
The genre: Awesome
The Rating: XXXX* (4.5 out of 5 fjords. extra fjords due to being from sweden).
You’ve got to check these guys out, they have the best sound I’ve heard in a real long time. But don’t get your hopes up about getting any of their CD’s any time soon. I just got mine in after ordering them 2 weeks ago. Keep reading for all the skinny on your new favorite band.
Hopefully someone out there remembers Underdog, the superhero dog in the disguise of a reporting pup who got his name because he wore his underware on the outside of his pants. It was a cartoon. Stick with me here.
To fill in the blanks for the rest of you, I just want you to picture another feat of super-canine proportions; that of John Kerry’s platoon dog, Uberwoof* the ninja-dog.
*Uberwoof may or may not be its real name. However, I’m pretty sure the rest of this is true.**
**That may or may not be a flat out lie.
Quiet down, you clamoring masses. Tonight, we have something completely different; tonight, I had an interesting thought. No, don’t leave yet, it involves God and video games!
Ok, now that everyone has stopped reading this, let me let you in on a little secret; I think we’re living in the perfect video game.
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What’s that sound? Why, it’s the traditions of A&M steamrolling by! In all seriousness, do you ever wonder as you wander about the traditions of schools; where they come from, what they mean, do they smell when the expire? Wonder (and/or wander) no more! During my recent visit to College Station, TX, USA, Earth, Universe to see my brother (who rocks more faces off than I could ever dream of) kick absolute Maroon BUTT in A&M annual Maroon and White scrimmage, I visited with the super-secret paladin of tradition who shared with me the inner workings of all ancient traditions.
For instance, did you know that all college “signs” are derived from one sign? Back in 1345, in Bologna, France, at the prestigious Oscare Myere University, waiving your hand at passers signaled them to hook you up with a lift in their pimped out ox-cart. You know, the one with the 35″ spokes. Word.
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