"The Ghost" - Hank Wood and the Hammerheads

I woke up with this song in my head and it followed me through my rushed morning routine of coffee, English muffin (peanut butter and honey), brushing teeth, saying goodbye to the beloved. Out on the street it kept running through my mind. It starts with the demonic cry of the Farfisa, and then hits the ground running with the first ratatat of cowbell and doesn't let up. All these months after the record dropped I still have no idea what this blast of wild noise is about. Is it about being a ghost or being haunted? Life is too fast to slow down and figure everything out, Hank Wood and the Hammerheads move at that speed, the rapid movement of the underslept morning ritual. Speed-walk to the train, down to the platform, run to the open doors of the Metro and the whole time you're haunted by something. The ghost, the ghost, the ghost, the ghost, always one step behind and almost catching up.

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