Front tends to his electrons in Brooklyn, NY, hoping soon to craft crackling new album action from them. In the meantime enjoy this comic strip about the shabby naked man who cannot trust physicians.

Here is a spare time activity: imagine to yourself how wonderful it will be on Monday! That is when two singles are posted on this very website.

Do you like that Nerdcore Rising movie that Negin Farsad made about nerdcore and Frontalot and back spasms and PAX? So do we! And the recently released DVD is rife with short-format extras, features a printed paper insert, and maintains a general air of reassuringly non-biodegradable semi-permanence. But physical media is so -- how you say? -- passé. Finito. Kaputt. Thus it is with great satisfaction that we announce the availability of NR:TM on iTunes, for downloading and keeping. Grab that here if you want. It costs about ten bucks.

Or if ephemerality is so dear to you that stored data offends, stream it on Netflix instead.

Front's headed to Williamsburg to do one secret song at the new Knitting Factory after Lev Grossman's reading from his new novel. Running a little late, so find your own damn hyperlinks! Doors at five. Seeya there.