I love the paragraph before Sean Wilde's bio on his MySpace page. "Pop music today is a colostomy bag, and Sean Wilde would like to burp it for you. God forbid it explodes all over your leggings, you wry thing." I like to imagine it being read by Stewie from Family Guy. With that being said, I am obsessed with the four songs I have from this mysterious man. Note to Mr. Wilde: I need more.