Alley Curran GUEST WRITER

As someone who has based all of her prospective careers in the music industry, I would like to formally announce that I do not contribute to the pot. The last time I bought a CD for myself was when Now That’s What I Call Music was the source for a compilation of amazing music (of course, I’m talking about versions one through eight, anything past that is beyond this golden age of pop I’m referring to). I rely on the Internet for everything, including pricing my music for me (which nicely enough, is free).

So in one of my internet prowls for new music, I came across group who describes themselves at ‘Girl Talk’s Hot Cousin’. They’re lying. They’re Girl Talk’s grandparents, who invented mash-ups and like to tell stories about the hard times of remixes. What I’m trying to say is that this group, called Super Mash Bros, is phenomenal.

I’ll admit it, I’m a huge Girl Talk fan and think he’s super talented, but one of my favorite things about mash-ups is that if they were released as a single you wouldn’t be able to tell they were two different songs. Girl Talk does an excellent job at putting together a string of different songs that should never be combined, but magically work. Kudos to them for finding that niche. But Super Mash Bros mash-ups make you forget that the songs you hear and know all the words to ever existed except in this format.

I won’t go on much longer, because I’d be distracting you from going to get their debut album, ‘Fuck Bitches. Get Euros.’ So go. Go get it right now. It’s free, it’s totally worth the listen, and they use the Jackson 5 in ways even Joe Jackson would have never imagined.

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Or! Download their entire album for free!

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