Toad: Completely and Utterly Pwn3d!
Oh for fuck’s sake. It just wouldn’t be a normal week without me making a colossal dickhead of myself would it? Well never fear, it may be late but it’s happened. I’m more reliable than the fucking sunrise in this respect, it would seem.
What have I done this time? Oh just gone and put my foot in my mouth again. Or, more accurately, clad myself in moonboots and jammed both feet in as far as they would go. The other week I was sent a PR email by a company called Sneak Attack, promoting the merits of a group called Computer vs. Banjo. It’s an odd name for a band, but the song was a good ‘un, so I asked for a copy of the album to review. I always ask for digital copies, because it seems more sensible in case I don’t like them. Deleting some files seems a lot better than throwing a CD in the bin, or even bunging it to your local charity shop.
Anyway, what I was sent, instead of a zip file or the much less common but occasional rar file, was something with an .sitx file extension. Eh? Well it’s frustrating, but what I had to say about it in the last podcast was perhaps just a teensy-tinsy bit over the top. Just maybe. Listen below:
Toad Being a Dick
Materially, it is true: if you send a song, send it as an mp3, if you send a compressed file send it as a zip file because these things open on any system, pretty much irrespective of software or setup. But I wasn’t, erm, charming was I? And what arrives in my inbox today but the following email from the poor lass in question:
I just listened to your podcast where you featured Computer vs. Banjo. First off I’d like to thank you for featuring them!
I have to say I’m a bit confused because the format we use to send music out in our emails is an MP3 link. And I didn’t send you a compressed file for the album — I offered to send you a physical copy and one is on the way to you, if you haven’t received it yet.
But I’m glad you like the track — and please let me know if there is anything I can do in the future to improve things.
Happy Friday!
Not a single remark along the lines of, say, ‘you fucking supercilious prick’ or anything even remotely admonishing me for, erm, well, acting like a complete penis, basically. In fact to read that email you’d think I’d got in touch by way of a polite phone call wouldn’t you? Don’t I feel like an arsehole. And, let’s face it, don’t I deserve to.
The Smiths – Bigmouth Strikes Again
So, given my ranting tirade and her gracious-above-and-beyond-the-call-of-duty reply, I think it is safe to say that I have had my arse handed to me on a plate on this occasion people. Ah well, time for a pint. And an absolutely enormous slice of humble pie. You, on the other hand, should be listening to the song that started all this off in the first place. Rather good, isn’t it:
Computer vs. Banjo – Give Up on Ghosts



