Vessels

I specifically remember writing about the song "Apollo" from the group Flight Facilities a few years ago. I still listen to that song all the fucking time, but I actually remember writing about it, that's how epically important that fucking song is to me. I can remember sitting at my kitchen table, almost perched up on my fucking toes I was so into describing how that fucking song made me feel. 

Cathartic, therapeutic, erotic, whatthefuckever it was, hearing that, and then writing that, it's a fucking memory of a time in my life when a song touched a nerve and I had the opportunity to spurt my inspiration all over my stomach. Sure, nobody probably read it, just like no one will probably read this, but that isn't why we lose money to host a website where we only jack off the music we want to jack off. 

This shit's a running diary of all the little noises and melodies that make our potty collectively tingle, and them hits can suck our shits. 

This morning, my brohammer from another momhammer Lucius, sent over this track from Vessels titled "4AM", and I've been listening to it for over an hour, and I'm not really planning on stopping any time soon. Holy fuck fuck, it's like the cool side of the pillow on both fucking sides. IT'S JUST A COOL FUCKING PILLOW!

Vessels sound like the musical equivalent of opening your blinds and expecting darkness, only to see the sky has vomitted a complicated smeared array and rainbow of colors and textures in simple clouds and reflections. It's hypnotic without sounding sleepy, entrancing without sounding like you're listening to a Pepsi or tampon commercial, and comfortable as having sex in a dream on a cloud made of marshmallows, but you know you're dreaming about the marshmallow topped sex, and you smile awake, but are able to happily continue until climax in your dream before you actually go full on wakey wakey.

"4AM" is the universe's way of telling us that, yes, shit is fucked up, but let's keep fucking dancing for a few more spins around the sun because damnit, what the fuck else are we supposed to do down here if it ain't fuckin' dancin' damnit?!

We'll figure the other shit out, but Vessels have this music shit figured out. LET'S ELECT THEM SUPREME HELL YES BROs.