Girl Talk, where are you taking us? First you promise us a pay-what-you-want Feed The Animals LP sometime this summer on Illegal Art, next you're putting out your vinyl on Wham City and turning your MySpace page into its own private cult, with a new track that compliments the close encounters/apocalyptic motif: your insignia burning on a suburban lawn. Whose voice is down-pitched, muttering “girl talk” over and over? Is that your voice creeping into the mix? These aren't Ying Yang Twins samples. We need you for our pre-game gang bang of the sorority coeds, etc. WTF.
