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Once upon a time, I had a radio show that only played bands currently performing in the district. That show is super dead, so we’ve resurrected it (with way more words and far less radio) in the form of this column. Everyday I’ll review a song from a band playing in D.C. that night. The rules are, 1. I can only listen to the song once and 2. I only have until the end of the song to finish my review.


I was kind of onboard with this song until I got to the chorus. I know that they’re singing “wild bush, wild bush” but I swear to god it just sounds like they’re chanting “PLATYPUS PLATYPUS!” I just can’t hear it any other way. I think I would like this song better if it was actually about a platypus. I have almost no feelings about this song. It’s fine. I will probably never listen to it again. Did you know platypus’s have a poison gland on their back foot? What a useless animal.

You can hear the platypus song at Black Cat tonight.