I just happened to notice that Girl, Girl, Girl, which I posted this morning, had hit the front page of thesixtyone for the briefest of moments.

It’s already slipped back down again, though, so we are no longer famous. It’s all downhill from here, a never-ending spiral of drugs, broken relationships, and suicide attempts as we try to regain some fraction of the limelight we once basked in.

Self-aggrandizement aside, I am finding the site extremely entertaining, though perhaps a bit too addictive. If you like browsing and discovering new music, I recommend it wholeheartedly.

Our compatriots, the dynamic duo MoglaPRO have put up some live videos on YouTube. (There are also clips from the incomparable valva, so be sure to check those out as well.)

The gallery has recently been augmented with crateloads of fresh, juicy photographs courtesy of Epson.

In the latest episode of my recent spate of (pointless) online profile creation, we are now up at an odd little side called thesixtyone.com.

And for those who can read moon language, there is a write-up about our performance at Shibuya Heart Attack at the titter-inducing onPoo.net