How this song is good makes absolutely no sense. It's like some perverted My Bloody Valentine/Jesus & Mary Chain...and I love it. It'd be the perfect song to just sit down and put on repeat and try to dissect what's actually being said over that over-powering distortion.
It's primal in a way; I've honestly never heard any vocals so drowned out by the background that they're almost tertiary in nature. Yes, tertiary. Secondary here is the space between the distortion and the vocals: that's where you have your own space to make your own meaning outta this one. Like the title says, for most people, that meaning is gonna be your own first party, when you got so drunk or high that everything around you was the same pounding haze accompanying this track.
Reminisce.
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