I so want to hate skinny indie rockers with unkempt hair wandering around Brooklyn playing guitars with cute girl backup singers in awesome blouses following them while harmonizing in the most absent-minded way possible and avoiding any sort of eye contact with the camera. But hate is convenient and boring. Also, I'm fairly sure those are the same chords Iggy Pop uses in The Passenger, so bonus points for making something new and wonderful out of something that's been overused in movie trailers. I bought this album awhile ago and just adore it.
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