Not that you asked for it, but I'll tear out a page from my life story anyway 'cos I like to hear myself talk about myself: I was all set to see The Locust and Arab on Radar in New Orleans last year, but the show got cancelled, presumably because Arab on Radar were breaking up at the time. Well, at least I'll always have this CD... As the title implies, this disc is a collection of Arab on Radar's singles along with some early demos. And this is the shit, plain and simple. The songs sound like atonal disco music made by damaged robots, and that's better than you'd think it would be. I could write more, maybe even throw in some more random life anecdotes for your amusement (including the one where I nearly ran over a snake while driving home one sunny afternoon), but I think I hit this particular nail on the head with "atonal disco music made by damaged robots," so I suggest we take leave of each other's company for now. Adieu.