The lord has been very cruel this weekend, O Readers of Toad. The first sparklingly sunny weekend of Spring is clearly here. It’s a little chilly, but the trademark crystal clear Edinburgh sunshine is just begging to be enjoyed.

Thing is, my bastard proper, paying job has something of a crucial project happening at the moment, and here I sit in the fucking office, staring enviously out the window at what I could have won. My super-duper sums-o-matic computer is crunching away at some pretty taxing photo renderings and I sit here and prod it along every five minutes, working my way through image after image.

I’m sitting here bored as shit, and for once I don’t even have any new music to tell you about. I can’t be arsed writing my review for the Arcade Fire or Andrew Bird just yet, and that’s about all I have to catch up on at the moment. I’m going to follow JC’s lead, I think, albeit in a sulky, infantile sort of way and post a couple of redeeming tracks on an otherwise dismally ordinary compilation CD.

King Tut’s do a Your Sound thingy every month where they bring together emerging bands with a bunch of music industry types, add beer and a DJ and hope to produce magic. By and large it’s a great idea and a top evening, but their ‘Best of..’ CD is dreadful. I’ve heard way better than this from the groups represented at these events. Still, if I have to sit through this then so do you, so here are the redeeming songs from the CD for you.

Here Comes the Bird – El Padre | El Padre myspace
Baby You’ve No Eyes – The Kazoo Funk Orchestra | Kazoo Funk Orchestra myspace
Francesca – Yellow Bentines | Yellow Bentines myspace

There you go, was that a sulky enough post for you? Mrs Toad is sat at home by herself too, wanting someone to celebrate her promotion and the appearance of Spring with – it’s just not fair! Fucking ARSE! Your beloved Mr Toad, dear readers, is in grave danger of cracking up completely.