“7am. Dusty road. I’m gonna drive until it burns my bones.”
Alright, I have trouble admitting my college roommate Matt is right, even when he is, for reasons that are too complicated to explain here, but he was definitely right in his statement that m83’s saturdays=youth is the best album of 2008. He wrote this statement on a La Villa pizza box that was left in the fridge, which is damn near proof of it’s legitimacy in a Park Slopian Utopia kind of way. In my opinion saturdays=youth is a perfect piece of music that makes me feel like I’m an illegitimate 13 year old lovechild obsessed with the body of an older female exchange student living in my 80’s household, a household that plays too much of The Smiths (not a bad thing), but has just enough shag carpet to be cool yet not tacky, and it all ends in spectacular fellatio.
That’s about the best recommendation I’ve ever given a piece of music.
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