I am not one to tout over my friends just because they're my friends.
EVER WONDER WHY I AIN'T TOO KEEN ON SOME OF MY BEST FRIEND'S'S RAPS BRO?
Well, I've never had to fake my broppreciation for the band The Jordan Years.
Even when a song is slightly more mellow than I'm used to, I'm still in awe at how fucking smooth The Jordan Years spread thier soul butter all over everything. This shit feels like something I know the words to already, even though I don't know the words already, alls I know is I'm rubbing my chest and doing a slo-bro-mo Dougie in the mirror.
WAS THIS THEIR PLAN ALL ALONG?
I love that Wes is always monocled, and that Roger can't find a hat that fits to save his dick, and that Mike's bass gets higher and higher upon his chest the older he gets (dude is like 60 now bro). I don't know the ivory tickler or the drummer in person yet, but I'm sure both of them save coupons and store them in their wallet and then never actually use them except to dispose of a piece of gum while in court.
All of these assumptions lead me to my one line synopsis of this video. Ready?
"There will be bacon."
AND GO SEE THEM ON OCTOBER 23rd DAMNIT!
I got almost all the way through this album with a dull case of the disinteresteds before a specific moment fucking thwapped me in the fucking throat and made me pay the Fuck attention and start the fucker over.
At the 4:44 mark of the seventh track, "End of the Affair", I almost threw up.
It felt like the first time I heard the revamped version of Fleetwood Mac's "Big Love" off of the live album The Dance. When Lindsay Buckingham starts fucking bleating like a lost goat, I fucki...
I’ve known this kid Jake on the internet for a few years now. We have a lot in common besides just our skin color and our affinity for spandex and white wine. Hell, our kids are breathing the same oxygen and we share his wife as an instagram follower, we’re practically related bro.
When Jacob (THAT’S CAS ONE BRO) mentioned he was dropping the video for the track I almost got tattooed on my grundle from last year’s The Monster and The Wishing Well, I texted him a picture of my underwear drawer and demanded premiere status at SYFFAL. Cas obliged, not because he felt obligated, but because I threatened to go back through his Facebook status history and like something so-not-hip-hop from like 2011. And that made the perfectly pomade-...