City and Colour

I've loved me some City and Colour for a while now.

I remember bouncing one baby on my lap and one baby in the carrier with my foot as I wrote about his album, Little Hell, in my kitchen back in 2011. His voice is calming and comfortable, but with the strange and unique ability to cup my feels like a pair of sensitive ballsies and turn the tone all the way to bleak. But hopeful. It's like he's got you by the aforementioned balls, but you trust him not to squeeze, and he doesn't. Well, at least not the balls.

City and Colour squeezes that heart muscle thing I forget I can lead with once in a while. 

His latest single, "Astronaut", is another example of how soaringly gorgeous this dude makes music. But maybe the main reason why I felt compelled to write about this one song, is what happens AFTER this dude is done singing. Holy fucking cinematic flying through the clouds, arms outstretched and grinning, catching bugs normally reserved for the windshield in me teeth, this shit went UP! It's almost a post rock whipped cream topping on an already incredible song, seriously, at about 3:30 you can tell they're prepping for take off. That snarling guitar tickled my taint and vibrated my entire body the first time I heard it, but ever since then, with each subsequent listen, I feel taller and taller and taller and more and more confident. 

JESUS BALLS ON A BABY BLUE BUICK THIS SONG IS LIKE THERAPY AT FIRST AND THEN WHAT IT FEELS LIKE TO HAVE HAD 6 MONTHS OF THERAPY BEHIND YOU.

IT'S LIKE A RUNNER'S HIGH IN MUSICAL FORM.

IT'S LIKE THE FIRST TIME I SEE MY WIFE EVERY EVENING AFTER WORK.

IT'S GALDARN INCREDIBZ!

INCREDIBZ!