At last, I know the truth. It isn't my aging paleolithic brain that can't handle the music anymore, it's the music that can't keep up with me. Until now, that is. The truth has at last been revealed to me, courtesy of The Coconut Monkeyrocket and Martinibomb.

Follow the link. Click on the .MP3 files, if you dare, then get ready to move. I am way behind the times, but no matter -- this music makes me move my lethargic ass while I grin a silly grin. Recommended track: Shopping For Explosives.