Jonga jonga to you all. After a harrowing stint in a peruvian prison, the writing staff is back: the jams are back, the comedy are back, the hammy whamjammers are back, a whole malignant tuba are back on you, coming full force with relentless, spine crushing grooves and memorable hooks.

Upon our safe return, we were embroiled with one thinking: never again. Never again the screams, screeching of steel on steel, bitter cold Andean wind whistling through cruel steel bars. Never again shall our readers be left to fend for themselves, listening to crappy music, because it sounds exactly like all of those things.