Jilk and Haiku Salut

I am not familiar with Jilk. But I am more than familiar with Haiku Salut.

Haiku Salut have been sending me instrumental music to skin poultry to for the past few years, and while I'm normally appreciative of their strange sense of beautiful dread in their compositions, today's video is completely different.

Periscopes is a playful prance through a backyard playground, in both the video and the song itself, but what's fucking unreal about this entire shits is how I started to get choked up watching the video even before the part where I realized I should totally get choked up.

I won't ruin this video for you, but seriously, this is a Friday afternoon video if there ever was a fucking video to watch on Friday afternoon.

You've kicked ass all week. You wiped your brow only after your eyes were already burning from the sweat that made its way into your ojos. You didn't complain, but you felt like you deserved a glass of whine. You ignored the beauty around you because Fuck you. You don't have time to appreciate anything but a cold beer and an unmade bed. Fuck traffic. Fuck laundry. Fuck having to eat. Fuck personal hygiene.

Then you sit and you fucking watch this.

If this doesn't at least make you crack even the tiniest of grins, you are made of stone bro. Jesus, you must've masturbated during Schindler's List you sick Fuck.

Even before the moment when ALL OF THE TEARS fell from my eye holes, I was happy as Fuck watching this. But at the moment that you will know what the Fuck I mean when ALL OF THE TEARS fell from my eye holes, oh bro bro bro bro bro, I LOST 8oz OF WATER THROUGH MY EYE CHASMS.

Beauty isn't always what you see, what you hear, what you experience; sometimes beauty is watching, hearing and feeling someone else experience it.

This is fucking perfect. Thank you fuckers.