THIS FUCKING BAND.
Waterstrider have the discint knack for making me forget there are other people around me. I find the audible string they're dangling in front of me, and like a cat high on dat nip, I'm closed eyes hypnotized and completely out of body. How fucking comf is this riff on "Way Out"?
Jesus balls on a faded beige broken down Bonnevile in the parking lot of a dive bar that looks closed but is actually completely packed full of guys just getting off the third shift and living life in slow motion. THIS SONG IS FUCKING GORGEOUS.
The bass gently punching with that swift kicked bass drum and the muted guitar pick out under that ghastly vocal is making time stand still, and I'm fucking thankful this feeling still exists when everything else sucks, from the weather to the politics to how we treat fucking humans other than those who look exactly like us.
Waterstrider are fucking incredible, and the picture they're painting with this track is the exact fucking painting I want to stare at for the rest of my life while the rest of this planet burns down around me. Fucking cheers dear striders of agua.