L.A. Girlfriend

Three things happened this morning.

1. L.A. Girlfriend dropped a new album titled Neon Grey that I didn't know was coming out.
2. I only got thru the second song, "XIV".
3. I've only listened to "XIV" on repeat since I heard it the first time.

Jesus fucking balls on a two door wineberry Toyota Camry with the O, the T, and the A scraped off of the rear bumper so alls it reads is TOY, this fucking song is BALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLS. I don't care what songs she's planning on releasing as singles, this song is already at the top of my list for my favorite fucking song of 2016.

I'm not only dancing under my desk, I've stood up and done the whole whip each individual arm in circles while my plaid skirt falls below my knees thing when the song demands I do as such. 

Taking a tremolo'd synth, adding fucking war drums, and then tossing in the 80s tink of an electro snare before leading my emotions out onto the battlefield of fucking nighclub slam dancing, this shit is roller skating down a hill without pants on fucking fantastic. "XIV" is last day of school, full bag of reefer, no work tomorrow perfection. 

You don't come across a song that instantly makes you want to break chalkboards, crash go karts, and speaker hump in front of a strobe light and a thousand horny drugged up strangers very often. But this is the fucking song.

THIS IS THE FUCKING SONG.

L.A. Girlfriend, YOU FUCKING MURDERED TODAY.