Nanimal - "Muffin". Is it breakfast? Is it a pet? It it bran or cockapoo, living or baked? Muffin. Why are we driving down the sun-slashed highway at 150mph, teeth clenched, fists balled, a trunk full of picnic supplies? Why are we so furiously cavorting? Why can't we let go? This "Muffin": will it teach us where we're coming from, or where we're headed?
[Montreal's Nanimal make a racket, make my head hurt, make belligerent & stern good times. / They incorporate half of Parlovr [RIP] / bandcamp]
X Priest X - "Samurai". Wearing privilege like a light cape. Ridged & gilded, a small wealth, a small fortune. I am not so rich, just rich enough. Rich enough for vineyards, for long boats, for buying every stripe upon the roads. Song like a silk slip, like an indulgence from the queen. You don't own your house, but you own Los Angeles.