Dogs Die in Hot Cars - Celebrity Sanctum

So, I guess Glasgow is the Seattle of the naughts. (That's what my friend told me the 00's should be called). What about NYC you ask? Well, no one's really from there so it doesn't count. It's in the handbook, you can check for yourself. Anyway, Dogs Die in Hot Cars, who came up with their name after sucking on helium balloons, are the latest band that I've got in constant rotation. Their songs are catchy, but the best part is the lyrics. You'll be happily tapping your foot along to the melody and then you'll hear something that stops you dead in your tracks and you'll ask yourself, "Did he just say what I thought he said?" Sometimes the answer is no. Like in the beginning of this song I thought he said, "I love pussy."

Their debut album Please Descibe Yourself hasn't been released yet in the U.S. I had to pick it up from Amazon at the horrifying import price of 30 bucks! Luckily for you, it's being released October 12th stateside.

BONUS TRACK: Paul Newman's Eyes