YAWL

YAWL blows me.

Consistently. 

Whoops! Forgot a word bro.

YAWL BLOWS ME AWAY. 

It's like every time I assume I know what the song is going to end up sounding like, or what I think the video will look like for that song that I think I know what it'll sound like, well, shit just goes the other fucking direction and I'm left standing here with my johnson in my hand. The sullen, yet somehow hopeful, "Sundial" has that grating buzz behind it that's almost like a bed of luxurious fettucine covered in butter. It's comfortable, sure, and writhing around in it is pretty erotic if I do say so myself. Hell, I've never felt a butter-coated noodle there before. But it's the sheen that that simple strummed guitar sample creates that makes this song so fucking memorable.

I can find beauty in most things if I try hard enough, fortunately for you and me though, YAWL seems to somehow craft these new definitions of gorgeous and it only makes me more excited for the album A Pile To Keep, A Pile To Burn to drop. 

The confusing, yet oddly gorgeous scene that unfolds in this video is disturbing as fuck, but I don't really know why. I have so many questions.

Why did she take that fucking plate off the wall?
What is the significance of the wood puzzle?
Why are they making out and then fighting? Is this Swan's Crossing from my pre-teen years?
Why do I keep starting this song over and then staring off at a pencil tip because I don't know what the fuck is happening?

Am I supposed to be this aroused?

It's Ancient Mith bro, of fucking COURSE I'm supposed to be aroused. Dude's from the future. Dude speaks in tongues that aren't even his. Dude once crossed the entire English Channel with nothing but an unopened package of tube socks and a giant orange foam finger that said THE LOVELY LADY ELIZABETH.

It doesn't have to make sense because it's just fucking cool okay?