Music Monday

I hope this Monday finds you relaxing instead of being at work. But if you are at work, perhaps you could enjoy yourself and rock out to this next video.

This is by a group named "Rock Kills Kid" which endears them to me, even if their music wasn't as good as it is. This is a great song that is labeled as "alternative" but it sounds pretty much like rock to me.

Comments

Anonymous said…
Clip is very '80's isn't it.

But isn't all of them these days... shit, I sound like my mother.
12:51 AM
Dana a/k/a Sunshine said…
It does look a bit 80's.....and I have to work today. UGH!!!! I'm off to finish making my face and then to work!

Have a great Monday Gina.
5:26 AM
Ted said…
I hear this song on our local alt rock station quite a lot. It's not bad --- for an 80s knock-off tune. :-)
6:40 AM
J said…
A lot of people have to work today, me included. I joke, sort of, because we used to have the day off, but after our last black employee left the company, they took that holiday away. As if African Americans are the only ones to appreciate the dream of MLK? Idiots.

Groovy video, too. ;)
7:35 AM
Anonymous said…
I sense that the 80s are making a comeback. This is probably not news to others out there whose heads are less...uh...up their butts than mine. Still...good video.
12:43 PM
Laura said…
I found myself flashing back to myself, in leather boots and shoulder pads, listening to Faster Pussycat. Thanks for the find gina.
12:42 PM
captain corky said…
I definitely hear a Duran Duran influence in their song. And you're right, it doesn't sound very alternative at all.
8:39 PM
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