I’m not sure if it’s me, but music generally seems extraordinarily terrible lately. Fortunately, your song of the, uh, last week of the summer has arrived in the form of Das Racist’s “Combination,” a simple song about two guys just trying to meet up at a combination Pizza Hut and Taco Bell that has not been a part of my life for far too long.

Whenever I go to a combination Pizza Hut and Taco Bell, which isn’t a frequent occurrence because I have still have hope in my life, I’m always a bit perplexed when someone opts to go to the Pizza Hut portion. Not that, as a Taco Bell loyalist, I’d be dining at one of the classiest restaurants around but I’m confident that my diarrhea burrito and soggy nachos would be better than a greasy, stale pizza with rat droppings in place of pepperoni. This is a rare time where Mexico triumphs dominantly in victory in head-to-head battle over another nation…how can you take that away from them?

Meanwhile the combination Nathan’s and Arthur Treacher’s Fish and Chips awaits its musical debut. Perhaps an Irish punk song?