Magic City Hippies

These Magic City Hippies have been my summer soundtrack for going on six years I think.

Back when they were the Robby Hunter Band, I was certain they were the second coming of coming second, and nothing could feel as effortlessly sensual as a swanky thwapped out guitar thwap and a pocket-pumped drum fill. 

When their new album, Modern Animal, dropped over the summer, it didn't leave the rotation. Even with all of the other musical distractions thrown at me, not just with SYFFAL submissions and PR emails and Spotify playlists curated by a faceless algorithm, but with every thought about "OOH! YOU KNOW WHAT WOULD SOUND GOOD RIGH MEOW?!", my body wouldn't let me move away from MCH's swanky brilliance.

This lyric video for "Float" might be a simple demonstration for the unknowing at how gorgeously and perfectly Magic City Hippies have encapsulated both their branding and their sound to feel so incredibly fucking smooth. If you weren't up on them before seeing this, jump on the fucking train train bish. If you WERE up on them before this, how fucking perfect is the last year of this MCH vibe? It's like they're spurting Miami all over everyone's clothes and you can't wash it off so you just yearn for more Miami to spurt all over your everything. It's like full facials of Miami everywhrrrrrrr n shit.

DON'T FORGET TO TELL THESE GUYS THAT THEY'RE DOPE BALLS, once in a while I'll message them on social media and say something like, "can you dedicate a song tonight to Lube?", and when they don't respond, I know that they know that I know they know. And they totally gave a shoutout to LUBE, not that anyone would need any with all of this Miami spurted all over the place, BUT STILL. IT'S THE THOUGHT ABOUT LUBE THAT COUNTS.