The douchebag in the middle--Charles Haddon, lead singer of legendarily obscure British pop band Ou Est Le Swimming Pool, which just rolls off your tongue--climbed a telecommunications tower in Belgium yesterday and jumped to his death. Immediately following a performance at a music festival with a funny name, which, when translated, means "PimplePop."
What gives, right? After only three singles, OELSP's transgressions against humanity's ears/minds had already reached a tipping point?
I can only assume so, since only forty people have ever heard any of their music. And two of them are now dead.
Ou Est Le Swimming Pool's first album--Christ Died for Our Synths (how's that for agonizing guilt?)--is scheduled for an October release.
The real question, though, is whether or not Christ will finally forgive the band for their synths and move on, stop torturing all mortals by lording his own death over millions of guilt-ridden believers.
Something tells me that won't happen, but I'll keep my finger on the pulse for ya.
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