i change shapes just to rave in this place

Ok so if we're saying nice things about the walking advert for "Room Raiders" that is miss Keshadollarsign, I have to admit:

I put Animal the album on my iPod to prep for today (oh god, it burnses us) and I genuinely did not expect what I got when I finally reached the final song, aka the titular (see, the word "tit" is in there, did you notice that?) track. She did it. She fucking surprised me.

Keshadollarsign: Animal

At the end of her, erm, album of songs about boys and fucking and dicks and whiskey and shitting glitter on the face of your President Nixon (I may be extrapolating a little with that last one), Keshadollarsign gives us what, as a title song, is obviously her overarching statement as an artist, her modus operandi:

A fucking Tie$to-ready rave jam about the last night of love.

I mean, I get it-all the pre-teen girls are wearing thongs and taking ecstasy now, and this is obviously meant for them. But shit if I can't imagine myself a little, erm, altered, listening to this and suddenly finding the need to call/txt/twitter/facebook everyone I've ever physically touched and remind them about the beauty and joy inherent in each and every breath and all that other shit you do when you're off your face to this sort of sound.

That said? I was on the train going into the city when this came on, and as it finished the train lurched and sounded its horn and I had the thought: "shit I hope we don't crash into something and I die with this as the last song I ever hear."