Sounding like a spritely Jullian Lennon, wearing man leggings and a loose fitting puffy shirt, Hospital take jazz hands into the 23rd century. Now, I'm not one to show off my interpretive dance prowess, OH WHO AM I KIDDING OF COURSE I AM, CHECK THIS PLIE INTO A DOUBLE HALF CARTWHEEL ROUND OFF BITCHES!

Ok, fine, I'm one to show off my limberness and shit.

But Hospital's new bag "Louder" is one of those tracks where you start calmly nodding your head like in A Night at the Roxbury, but then about 56 seconds in you've found yourself with your leg wrapped around a banister and a pair of leg warmers yanked all the way up to your fucking grundle.

You're fabulous bro. Just look at you.

If I was a betting man, and I'm fucking NOT, I'd wager this Hospital outfit is set to be THRUST onto the world stage. Yes, that stage is a topless cabaret. Yes, I paid a $30 cover to get in. Yes, there is a three drink minimum. No, I don't care if you catch me drinking these stone sours bro.

Fucking Hospital. Making people around me uncomfortable since 9:12 this morning.