Do the Popintickel and Groove it All About!

Happy New Year to all you groovers out there!

Welcome one and all to Whiteboydancefloor, Elfonzo Von Popintickel here, and pleasure to have you reading these words. Please... do not stop now, we've only just began! Wondering whether the hype lives up to the site? For the sake of both you and me, I surely hope it does. You might be wondering, "Why on earth does Whiteboydancefloor have Elfonzo Von Popintickel on its payroll"? Well wonder no longer, for I am here to review all the latest, greatest, oldest, worstest and weirdest albums that have graced those fortunate enough to have ears...or h'earing aids. While this all sounds very much like a merry-go-nowhere of words, in short, it means, I review whatever tickles my elfonzo! Oww what’s that you say? Don’t think worstest is a word? Then get the fuck out before I crack my monicle! Oww sorry what's that your mumbling?... When you type it in Microsoft word a funny red line signals the all encompassing truth that worstest is not a real word! Well you can search your funken wagnells all you want... I don't care.

However back to the point at hand... in my first review, I shall kick off the year on a mild note as I'm still recovering from the apple-cranberry schnaps which played a leading role in my new years eve cocktail swaray. The Strokes - First Impressions of Earth seems an ideal way to begin the year. Some of you may be familiar with my previous work... some of it I am not to proud of though. I used to be employed by Coldplay to pleasure their supermodel girlfriends, writing average reviews so that the bad reviews that portray them as b-grade sleep inducing grandpa's wouldnot see the light of day, aswell as head of the "Pretend to Like Coldplay while Working from Home" internet scheme. In general, I was there to do everything in life that Coldplay lack at doing... eg. being real people and making friends with people who are yet to have a lubotomy.

Whiteboydancefloor promises to be quite the read, and as such, it would benefit you if you kept coming back everyday. Might even give you something to talk about when you go out to clubs on the weekend rather than endlessly reciting "how great the form is" or "check out the talent tonite" in comments to your best mate while he thinks to himself...form...talent... these words are choice... Infact, I'll go as far as saying, while your talking to that perfect girl in your semi drunken state and suddenly it dawns on you that you are uninteresting and boring, I'll allow you to name drop the old Elfonzo just so you might get lucky while she makes love to you, picturing my long and free european locks, strong hands and authentic portugese moustache.

Well when all is said and done, heres to 2006 my good people, may it be filled with drunken and poorly coordinated dancing all across this fine globe of ours. And to finish this brief introduction I say this to you, I'm fine with you reading Whiteboydancefloor before you go out for a big night, but no matter how impressive, interesting and informative we are in forming opinions for you, don’t let our brilliance prevent you from hitting that dance floor with hilariously enjoyable consequences.

Until Next Time, I'm Elfonzo Von Popintickel... and I'd just like to call YOU my bitch!