So I’m sitting in the office waiting on an interview when my editor gets a call from downstairs: There are pizzas for us in the lobby. I’m guessing the pies are poisoned, but I shouldn’t be so quick to doubt the hearts of chef’s.

Sal’s — Regina’s biggest competitor for the top-local-chain-to-come-out-of-the-North-End crown — just wanted to know that’d foolishly overlooked them. And I had. And they wanted to make sure I’d never make that mistake again and dropped off half a dozen damn fine pies.

I don’t think Sal’s would have dislodged any of my favorites but they do make a strong plain slice. All the right dimensions, all the right ratios, good cheese, sauce and crust (although I am not a fan of the thickness of the end of the crust, it makes the finish a bit cardboard-y). But Sal’s proved their point: no one can find all the great pizza in this city in a month.

If you have come here to read about pizza because you saw my print story in the Herald, I bid you welcome. To read all of my “Super Slice Me” blog posts (albeit in reverse chronological order) click HERE!! Shoot, did you already click here? A quick disclaimer: This will make you hungry. No joke, I guarantee it.

If you’ve come looking for music news or cultural commentary or more, I also bid you welcome, but pizza is kinda the news of the day (Album of the Week coming later today).

I’m skipping the Dropkicks — not because they don’t rule — but because everyone has already decided what they think about DKM long ago. But I’d be a fool not to start with Irish punk so here’s some Stiff Little Fingers into some more Stiff Little Fingers into classic U2 into Boomtown Rats into– Well, just check it out. Oh, and let me know what I should add in the comments and I’ll toss more songs up.

So few take rock seriously that when someone spits genuine anger and love it’s striking. Leo invents no new sounds, but like the rest of his catalog, “The Brutalist Bricks” is proletariat punk at its best (see the Clash, Billy Bragg, Bad Religion). Sometimes the lyrics follow suit with direct rants. Sometimes they get personal with candid, carefully crafted travelogues. Sometimes they do both: “Bottled in Cork” begins with awesome rage (“There was a resolution pending on the United Nations floor/In reference to the question ‘What’s a peacekeeping force for?’ ”) and closes with dizzy joy (“Tell the bartender, I think I’m falling in love”).

I interviewed Feelies main man Glenn Mercer this week for a feature next week (they play March 19 at the Middle East) and I just had to ask him about the Weezer album cover rip off. If you’ve never seen the cover of the Feelies’ 1980 debut album, “Crazy Rhythms,” which is totally awesome, take a look:

Remind you of anything? Maybe this!!!

Anyway, Mercer wasn’t about to call Weezer out on the cop. Probably because he admits his band nicked the idea from someone else too.

“Yeah, I’ve had people bring the Weezer cover up to me before,” he said. “Maybe it’s a different shade of blue, I don’t know, I guess I do see the similarities, but I think we got the idea from an old Buddy Holly album so we can’t complain.”

I think Mercer was talking about this:

More interesting than the deja vu in blue is the sonic link between the bands. If you’re a fan of any of the three take a listen. The Feelies lift that jerky rhythm from Holly, then Weezer lifts that super trebly guitar sound from the Feelies.