Men I Trust

Holy. Fucking. Smooth.

Men I Trust have touched every fucking nerve of the bass guitar on this track, and that's before the vocals even slide in. Holy jesus balls on a backseat crotch massage this is so fucking perfect.

The inflection and suave ass fingerings on them bass strangs has completely captivated my first six listens to this track, but soon after I realize how incredibly snappy my body is reacting (I'm literally swaying and snapping, snapping and swaying), I'm doing that annoyingly white thing where I thwap my head to and fro, from shoulder to shoulder.

I can't be held accountable for how my body reacts to this shit because when something is this fucking sensual, why set limits? Why hold back?

So if you'll excuse me, I'm going to toss "Lauren" on repeat and snag me a bottle of coconut oil and a few tissues.