While my band would definitely have two of everything, we were perhaps the last people on earth to get with the Smashing Pumpkins. It's still a heavily-qualified détente centered largely around my inability to stay mad at a giant freak in latex and our mutual love of attention-seeking guitar. (Having come to terms with my own inner egomaniac, I feel more charitable these days.) Both the lovely R and I historically dissed the SPs on account of Corgan's notoriously insufferable shenanigans and, inevitably, the fact that everyone else loved them, which was extremely annoying. Then about a year ago we found a copy of Ava Adore lying on the footpath and brought it home and had to admit bits of it were like, okay.
I regret to inform you that this song sucks arse on puter speakers, but I just put it through our old Tannoy set up this morning and believe me, people were bleeding from their eyes three blocks away. They can thank me later.