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This review is from: Shi No Barado (MP3 Download)
There I was, feeling low. Feeling down in the dumps about my own rotten luck. An essay I had to write had snuck up on me like a poor metaphor. I had one night to write it, and had to submit it in the morning. In order to finally stop my procrasturbation, I decided to listen to my music, and put iTunes on shuffle. My initial attempts at writing went poorly, as artists such as Rick Astley and Taylor Swift came on the shuffle (they are only on my computer for a friend, I swear). At the point of almost giving up hope, the song changed, and the opening to Shi No Baroda had begun. I wasn't sure where it had come from. Maybe someone else had downloaded it. In any case, the melodies overtook me. I listened to the song intently, once, twice, three times. Each time, the music bored deeper and deeper into my mind, and I gradually ground to a halt solely to listen to the masterpiece which was continually caressing my earholes.
I came to, some hours later. The first thing I noticed was that the music has stopped. My essay was completed before me. I gave it a quick read, and was extremely impressed. The tone was obviously my own, as was the style of the writing, though the piece was written as though I had actually done the necessary reading for the paper. Whatever the song did, it had worked. The deadline was in less than an hour, and the submission had to be by hand, so I printed it off. Normally my printer was extremely temperamental, but it printed immediately. It was as though the printer had been stripped, cleaned, and had a new cartridge. Putting this out of my mind, I hopped into my car (a rusty piece of s***) and was surprised to find it start first time, and having a full tank of petrol. Needless to say, you see where this is going by now, so I shalln't pad this tale out any longer than is necessary.
Over the coming few days, I noticed several small things that had been done around the house. All the cables around my computer and my television were nicely and neatly untangled. Much of my house furniture had been rearranged to more pleasing positions than I had previously thought possible or practical to do. My windows had been cleaned to a sparkling sheen. All the washing by the sink had been done, and all my clothed had been cleaned. My sink and shower plugs had been unblocked and cleaned out, and it later transpired that I had called my mother and chatted for a good hour with her, much to her delight, a conversation of which I only had vague memory when she next brought it up. I was also extremely surprised to find that the next time I loaded up the game I'd been recently playing, the boss which was until then a stumbling block preventing my progress, had been slain.
As a final note, my essay was among the highest marks in the class, and my professor requested my permission to send it off to journals for possible publishing.
I don't know what you did to me, Tom Clarkles*, but whatever it was, it worked. My life has improved, and I feel generally happier since that day. When I heard this single was being released, I knew I had to get it, and the song was every bit as good as it first was. Thank you, Area 11. Thank you.