the burned bridge over the river kwai
Islands- Bucky Little Wing

I was such an asshole. I mean seriously- is it too late to take it back? We were driving through campus before school started, the Corrolla's struggling enginge protecting us from the bitter cold outside. I was riding passenger side in my best friend's ride, and the driver had his new favorite band blastin out the tinny speakers. I wasn't really listening, probably worried about something at the end of my to-do list, but I turned to my internet t-shirt friend anyway and asked, "What is this shit? Do we really like this, or is this just a Pavlovian response to whiny kids with guitars and kiddie keyboards? What the fuck have the music listmakers been feeding us?"

It was the Unicorns.

Please forgive me. I'm off my high horse now. I don't even have a horse. I sold the horse. It's hard to think that I sold one of the most creative, imaginative, wonderous albums of the past few years so incredibly short. After a couple of listens, I realized my error and saw the magic-fantasy ghost music live in concert. Now I realize how lucky I was to catch them before the irreconcilible differences set in, before the band that broke every mold broke up and broke our hearts.

Islands is 2/3 of the Unicorns. Specifically, it's Nick Diamonds and Jaime Tambour with some of Montreal's unnamed finest. They scored two spots on the Beck remix album, which ain't too shabby.I think this is an early version of the song that ends the new album. It's about rascism.  ¶ 6:02 PM