My wife’s been quiet of late, closeted in her boudoir in a psychedelic floral kimono with the senile kitty trying to find new ways to sprawl out on the iBook without her noticing. The other day I braved the coffee cups and and went in for a visit, enticed by the bleepy blurpy 8-bit sounds emitting from those ostentatious speakers she likes so much. Apparently it was this band here. Don’t they sound lovely. And doesn’t she write nice.