Glass Animals

How To Be A Human Being

10
10/10
Joel Frieders | September 6, 2016

I don't remember Glass Animals

I would remember Glass Animals

I just spent 24 hours straight with Glass Animals.

I'm not going to forget Glass Animals now. 

I swear.

How To Be A Human Being sounds like Solid Gold dressed as White Denim playing parcheesi with a less Mickey Mouse Club Justin Timberlake while a super athletic Astronautalis meets a yoga pants'ed Kishi Bashi sweats to the oldies in slow motion behind them. 

I haven't wanted to live inside of an album this bad in my entire fucking life. Glass Animals have made an unbelievably funky sweatpants and house shoes soundtrack and all I wanna do is fold these towels hot and fresh out the dryer and flip flop around the house. Talk about your perfect drinking alone album, JESUS BALLS ON A BARREL AGED BOURBON BENDER I'M NEVER TAKING THESE CHANCLAS OFF. 

"Pork Soda", being the epitome of relaxed and half naked, has taken my holiday weekend vibe and made it crisp and tropically citrus as fuck. Remember these three words as you start the song over bro: "CITRUS. AS. FUCK."

When songs like "Cane Shuga" begin, shoulders start shaking and heads start jerking at the neck, but when songs like "Cane Shuga" drop vocals like "Cane Shuga" drops vocals at like the 57 second mark, I am a fucking puddle of smiles and happy weeps. Holy shitsacks of holy shit, the entire vibe of this one song alone is enough of a reason to buy two copies of HTBAHB just to frame one.

And if you make it to the end of "Cane Shuga" without starting it over, you might end up starting the song over and fast forwarding to the end just to hear the 2016 version of awesomely arbitrary robotically enhanced spoken word (think Radiohead's "Fitter Happier", but better, nappier).

"Poplar St" feels like a perfectly chill and accidental fucking ode to White Denim and Solid Gold, but as the song wraps up and every aspect rallies around that guitar lick before everything drops and scatters again, I feel things. I feel things in my loins. My loins, feel these things I says. Damn.

I don't want to spell out EVERY reason why this album was instantly dragged into the best albums of 2016 playlist, even though I could. Sure, it'd get old and you wouldn't have to listen to the album to understand why I'm so adamant that it be included in the best of 2016 playlist, but still.

Go buy. Go buy and then buy that second one to frame.

Glass Animals, balls.