SONGS FOR THE DEAF. I'm stealing the name of a great album for this blog because the two visitors I get a month don't care what I think about the ad industry, or how the Lakers are going to be great again soon. So I'm just going to post random music I like. Even if it falls on deaf ears.
Poppy. Fuzzy. Fresh. Wet Leg effervesces a nonchalant cool with staccato beats, catchy hooks, and a dry wit that pulls you in like a tractor beam from the Death Star. Except the Death Star is sitting in a field in London, overrun by goats, and Vincent Gallo sells DVDs out the back.