White Denim - "Heart From All Of Us"

White Denim pap cloudly from the air around my notepad. They hup clicking and stup fupping in their sole-slapping leathers. Down dirt road microphones and smoke-tray dishrags. They clop together bent old drawn funnies and rock tunes, training them all the way to the station, cabbing it every day to the grocery store. They quit kissing and replaced it with hissing, humming, yelling, closed-eyed brelling, and tumbling til they turn it down, accidentally landing on the volume pump, pressing it deeply with their beer bellies, unugly but a bit uncute too. [Buy]

Crystal Stilts - "Crystal Stilts"

All Crystal Stilts songs take place in this hollow ice chamber, where you can see your breath but your voice is too echo-y to understand anything. Tonight in the ice chamber they're playing surf rock and showing road movies, apparently my two favourite things and a winning combination. But it's not until that little pipsqueak organ whines from the backseat about not enough legroom that I'm completely sold, I'll stay cold for this. [Buy]