Astronauts

Astronauts are the soundtrack of choice when determining which direction to turn when I come up on a fork in the road bro.

There's this deeply rooted sense of contemplation, and then acceptance, and then immediate fucking regret in every song. It's almost like the performance of the song is its own redemption though.

"Breakout" feels like the part of the movie where the decision has already been made, the blood is drying, but you're almost ready to walk back into the room without any ammunition. This shit feels like the finale in the movie of your own life where instead of a happy ending, you're on the receiving end of a magazine full of ammunition to the belly, and rather than bleeding out like Mr. Orange, you hobble to your feet and walk back in just to haunt those firing into your flesh one last time.

Astronauts create the music I'd expect to hear if I was the one walking back into the ambush, but instead of somehow seeking revenge before expiring, all I want to do is leave those assholes doing the shooting with a big motherfucking smile as I accept my fate and crumple in a steaming pile of entrails and regret.