The first time around, His Clancyness put us into a real good mope, the sort of light depression that goes nice with a well-worn cardigan and sorry invitations to friends for drinks, ie Autumnal Jam. The next one, sent to us directly from Mr Clancy himself, is even more of a bummer, which, in this context, makes it more of a jam. In fact, if at all possible, we'd like the next song to be called "Why Bother?" and consist solely of sobbing sounds. We have a party we're DJing on Saturday.
Download: His Clancyness, "Misinterpret My Words"