Rare Monk

Sometimes I listen to music just to hold my arms out at my sides like I'm flying a cute little airplane.

Sometimes I breathe through my exposed teeth as I stare blankly out of my window. 

Sometimes I do both of the above things with the proper soundtrack.

Rare Monk came through with a gang of tanqueray on "Happy Haunting", sounding like a blissed out Band of Horses but without all that unnecessary plaid and clove cigarettes. It's like these jagbags hacked into my dreams, downloaded what I wanted to feel like, and then proceeded to both create and murder my original wants and transform them into these Rare Monk-ian demonstrations of audible perfection.

Here's hoping this band doesn't go down in history as having the best intentions but the worse cotton mouth on the planet, because I care about their hot mouths guys, I do.

LOVE THIS BAND, LOVE THIS SONG, LOVE NOT WEARING PANTS. 

fin.