O cursed spite! (plus Music Time!)

So apparently, I'm one of maybe two people on the whole Internets that realizes that El-P, in his song "T.O.J." off his extraordinary album Fantastic Damage, isn't rapping that "the time is out of joy." Bone up on your fucking Hamlet, people, before you look even stupider. (Seriously, if you're familiar -- at all -- with El-P, the bastardizations of his lyrics on various lyric sites, all of which seem to be working from the same crib sheets, are bloody embarrassing. He's difficult to understand at times, but not by THIS much.)

Speaking of... here's a song I've been meaning to post up for a while: "Poisonville Kids No Wins/Reprise" by El-P. It's the closing track off his new album I'll Sleep When You're Dead (best album of the year so far, for what it's worth), and like much of his work, it alternates cryptic, intelligent wordplay with beats and music that manages to be both dense and catchy. The main reason I want y'all to hear this, though, is just so you can understand why I think we should all lobby to get El-P to write the theme song to the next Bond film. And no, I'm not joking. Take a listen, even if you think you don't like hip-hop.