ugh! this album is just a wonderful amalgamation of colorful melancholy and simple love. a fearless listen that makes me nestle into fall & want to switch to cd media.
so much to say about this one:p indie sleaze’s mellow middle sister doesn’t have a name yet.. what do we call this genre? failed stand up comedian living in brooklyn new york with a cheating girlfriend but dont worry he has rich parents?? he’s folk kinda hipster but not yet & shhhh dont tell him courtney love didnt actually kill kurt cobain. the male version of max caulfield.
highlights
- the coffin was so light i thought it might float away
- bees
- the drunk pilot and the romantic passenger
crush texted me and i said hell yeah nigga we up really loud and i saw my supervisor look very taken aback but i luckily have my camera off so i’m gonna lie and blame my brother
