Ever have those dreams where you're talking to your best friend who for some reason looks nothing like your best friend, but you just know he is, despite the fact that he is older/fatter/part kangaroo/has pineapples for hands? And since dreams can be that way, you begrudgingly accept him even though something just isn't right. And now it's just you and old pineapple hands against the world...
You know the dreams. And you always wake feeling a little unsettled. That rattle is the same feeling remixes give me. It's a song you know...but it's not really. You can hum along...but you can't really. And I don't think it's crazy to not appreciate when something I love is dismembered with parts scattered all over. Bit sick if you like it, really.
Of course there are exceptions to everything, and here's an exception to my no-remix rule: this flufftronix remix of Infinity.
If the original is a song to have sex by, this is a song to have angry sex by.
Yes.
And here's the original, just for the sake of comparison, and because it brings the search engine hits.
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