“Come and find your kind”

Some days, listening to Arcade Fire makes me want to drink ice-cold canned beer in the passenger seat of a car speeding to a sandy destination. Speakers blaring, windows down and the smell of the sea bleeding through the asphalt.

asphalt sky screamer

This day is not one of those days. These voices and these melodies are mixing in my belly and my brains like the saddest soundtrack to a misspent summer.

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