*Halloween-themed videos courtesy of Love Is All.

*A spooky sequel to How the Grinch Stole Christmas, titled Halloween is Grinch Night.

*Tim Fite's free, annual Halloween EP.

*No Kids - "For Halloween"

And now, in closing, a dog dressed as a "Candy Corn Witch" (which you will not find on BrooklynVegan, so you're welcome):

Another mystery solved. Damn, that feels good.

AC/DC’s “T.N.T.”: A song embedded into the collective subconscious.

Through the cathodes and the wireless controller technologies, this woman stampeded into her arena of the sun. Aries God of War looked on, spitting blood, bellowing wolved tones, cowering in a corner.

The Wii bowler, woman of power, pulled from a tallboy, dragged from her menthol light, and vanished a Frito into the recesses of her mouth. She threw the motion of the controller forward, snapped her arm, and said, “I’m T.N.T., watch this explode.” The ball lit down the lane, knocking over nine pins.

One pin was left standing. A lone, erect slave, hostage to the Wii bowler woman’s domination. She unleashed, “God fucking damnit, these toy games.” Then drew back the fulcrum of her arm and threw the second ball down the lane, which missed, whiffing way left.

Her faced reddened and she gently set the controller down. “Usually I’m the power load on this thing,” she said sadly, “usually I’m dynamite. I’m going to go home now.”

With that, she was gone. She had tried to lay her claim but missed left. Bon Scott smiled down from the peripheries of what some call heaven. His claim, already laid, already taken hold. She would try again another day.

What other song features the word "paradiddle"? None. Future Of the Left wins.

Holidaying layabout Paul Constant might write it off for pure linguistics, but leave it to the, hmm, professionals.

Britney Spears' "Womanizer" is fantastic.

If you go ahead and ignore everything you personally know about The Celebrity Britney, which is almost impossible, it's everything last comeback single "Gimme More" wasn't: delirious, vibrant, beyond confident, and poisonously addictive.

It starts off a bit like "Happy Together" by The Turtles if it had sparklers -- faux drum-pads! air-raid squeals! -- and then leaps into the two scorching stutter-choruses as if it were a breathless drag-queen-club re-enactment of the this-whole-trial-is-out-of-order speech from the 1979 Al Pacino film '...And Justice For All.'

"Womanizer, woman-womanizer, you're a womanizer,
Oh womanizer, oh you're a womanizer, baby
You you you are, you you you are
Womanizer, womanizer, womanizer (womanizer)."

And that follow-up "are-are-are" flair?

A vocal hook gold-star.

Last year's Blackout was dark and odd with wonderfully confusing moments like the dubstep-steeped "Freakshow," but this is more promising than it has any right to be and a welcome shattering of general consensus baggage. The opposite of a canary in a pop coal-mine.

It's also the best video of the year that includes:

1.] Tongue-knotting a cherry stem like Audrey Horne in 'Twin Peaks.'

2.] Steering a car with the top of your foot.

3.] Breakfast.

Thank Fuckin' A! "Every Stitch" and, to a less specific extent, every other song on this album was exactly the brain-flushing rock blast I needed this morning (granted, I'd heard it before). That's all.

BUT! Stone at least has someone clever on his ad campaign. I don't recall what music featured on the first trailer for the film, but the newer ad, the one that aired last night after the debates on some channel or other, featured the Talking Heads' awesome "Once In a Lifetime," with David Byrne's befuddled, amnesiac lyrics, "And you may find yourself in a beautiful house, with a beautiful wife/and you may ask yourself-well...how did I get here?" Maybe it's as obvious a shot as anything else, but buzzed after last night's debate, it seemed perfect.

(Also, this is as good a time as ever—except maybe during Decibel—to mention Carl Craig's epic, spaced-out re-edits of "Once in a Lifetime," "Specimen 1 & 2"—they don't seem to be anywhere on hypemachine or youtube, but they're more than worth seeking out elsewhere.)

Even those once evangelical for the sound are starting to see minimal electronic as one of dance music's biggest problems.

The time sure is ripe for someone to barge in and make a mess of things, screwing the sound's neck around 'The Exorcist'-like, forcing it to either reorient itself with a fresh start or admit that The Point Of It All has faded forever.

It looked like A Guy Called Gerald was the one to do it.

A legend without debate, Manchester's A Guy Called Gerald helped usher in the age of acid house in the late '80s with 808 State and the timeless "Voodoo Ray," a beautiful arc of music that sampled Peter Cook and remains one of the most pivotal and precise dance singles of our time.

A Guy Called Gerald went on to immerse himself in the hardcore house scene, releasing the first proper jungle album ever made, dabbling with ambient material, and snowballing his live and studio reputation for a decade before trickling out into re-issue obscurity.

Which brings us to "In Ya Head."

Slipped out a few weeks ago on Germany's minimal Perlon label (Markus Nikolai, Pantytec, Richard Villalobos), it's A Guy Called Gerald's latest return and a straight-ahead attempt at the minimal electronic sound. And it's actually really not very worth the effort in the first place.

With such a talent behind it, one that has always had an ear for low-key mechanics -- even if it's from someone past his prime -- you'd hope more than this long, grey trail of house music smoke.

It's intangible. Aloof in the wrong way.

Static beats make graph-paper criss-cross patterns with droplets of small metallic clicks, but the whole thing waves away any expectations with a dullness and a lack of drive to shake up the sound.

Bah!

Total missed opportunity.

My iTunes library looks like Stevie Wonder and Zapp had a gay love child.

So today I've had this song stuck in my head and can't get it out. A search of YouTube not only had Dennis Edwards and Siedah Garrett's "Don't Look Any Further," the best song of September 25, 2008 at 12:34 p.m, but it also had the best/worst video of 1984:

Now back to your contemporary programming.

“Silencio” appears on Juju & Jordash’s Major Mishap album (Ropeadope).

Juju & Jordash - Silencio