Their Ocean have something going on that I'm not sure you're all aware of right off the bat.
The easy breezy beautiful cover girl type steeze these muthafuckers drop in deuces all over their tracks is akin to taking your shirt off in the middle of the night because you sweat through it. It's not something you generally talk about in public, but it's got the refreshing comfort of snuggling up to your significant other, dropping a squeezie on his/her lower back, not bothering to wipe it up, and then rolling over to fall back asleep.
Breathe is probably my favorite song by them so far, besides their Pop Cultures Collide submission of course, which will never be topped.
I read on some website I'm lying about that these dudes are planning a sultry pom routine at this weekend's high school football game. Which high school and which game you ask? ALL OF THEM.
Their Ocean are full of team spirit, and bikini tops, which they sniff like a huffer huffs pannies bro.
This is off of their new 7" vinyl, which you should buy, unless you're a fucking shit fucking shit Fuck.