At first I thought I was listening to a smooshwich of The 1975 and The Neighborhood, but without the "the", ALLS I HEARS IS THE FRESHIES. Seriously, if you were in the market for a track to pop pop jiggle to, I just found it for you bro.

The guitar action on this track feels like a direct shoutout to Michael Jackson's Beat It but in a reverence I can only compare to the first time I heard Rockwell's "Somebody's Watching Me" when I was a kid. It isn't that there's any copycat shit happening, but holy Fuck does this go down as smooth as the aforementioned jammies.

DAMEHT have somehow combined the ting ting bling of synthy electro pop with a gentle brooding sense of terror, and I'm not just turned on, I'm patting my fannypack for my fucking Walkman, and as I walk, the sidewalk, it lights up bro.

My steps come to light as I traipse around the windy and gloomy downtown of my youthful imagination, jesus balls on a Teddy Ruxpin I never want this song to fucking end.