A band by the name of Diarrhea Planet played Wednesday night at The End. While I was personally unable to attend, Intern Lance was present, and he came back with three things: a positive report, a bunch of photographs and a CD containing five Diarrhea Planet songs. The tracks were on a burned disc labeled Aloha!, which was given to Intern Lance in the CD case of another artist—a Christian rock artist, at that. Now, I've mentioned DP before simply due to my fascination and bafflement over their name. I figure it's only fair that I point you in the direction of their music. But here's the thing: They've had no MySpace and, until recently, virtually no Internet presence to speak of. It was almost as if (gasp!) we'd have to go down to our local rock club, check out this new band, talk to them and get the music from the artists themselves if we liked it. What is this, the '70s, when people cared about music because it mattered to them personally, and it took more to discover new art than hitting "refresh" on your web browser? Fuck that. I've got some links for you after the jump.

