I love it when I'm not expecting anything and I come away from the unexpected surprise with surprises I wasn't expecting, and all of these vending machine snacks.

I clicked play on Migrant Kids's's's's video for "Thread" and I briefly walk away to snag a snackwells and I come back and the whole world is pretty and poppy and poppy and pretty and all of a sudden I'm in love with a wonderful guy.

Just imagine watching reality television and petting that dude's beard for a second with me, will you? If conditioned properly that shit would feel like a bear skin rug but with amazing taste in cowhide and Fender Stratocasters. I'm fucking smitten with this band now bros.

Migrant Kids have motherfucking plucky and picky reverb'd guitar licks aplenty, and the incessantly pleasant th-thumping of the bass makes their gentle vocal attack all the more welcome. I don't really know what else there is to do besides demand more fucking music from these shitpiles.

I love this pile of shit named Migrant Kids. I want them to succeed more than I want you to shower, and you fucking stank bro. Damn Daniel.

Also, if you guys know my friend Rene Romero, he looks like the dude with that luscious beard, but at only like 50% bro. Rene, try harder you fucking dick.