Nothing goes quite as hard as Hot Fuss (2004) by The Killers. The drama! These four white men are so angsty! There are no skips, I have no notes. Does anyone want to send me three hundred dollars so I can see The Killers when they’re on tour in San Francisco? My DMs are open.
I saw Toro y Moi for the second time last weekend, and he closed with this song. The friend that I was with kept heckling from the way back for the band to play “Freelance” and while usually I find that kind of behavior infuriating, the outdoor festival setting made it quite funny. I thought he was going to do a backflip when this song started. I have to admit, it bangs.