Dude. Right around the 3 minute mark you hear what could be a completely different song begin to take shape. This is my thing with Warpaint.
I think like I'm already in Warpaint and I haven't even been axed to be in the band yet huh. I swear these ladies are so fucking creative that even four and a half minutes is too long to stay in the same frame. I fucking adore that. I've noticed that shit on so many of their songs that I'm apt to write a letter to their ADHD and thank it for existing alongside their incredibly catchy songwriting skills, ability to utilize modern technology in a way that isn't annoying or fucking kitschy, and their straight up smooth ass track record.
Warpaint is just fucking chill balls dangling from a bonsai tree on the windowsill of the coolest person you know who wears flip flops year round but calls them thongs, and who still burns incense instead of plugging in an oil diffuser like a modern PANSY.
This is my favorite song of the year, and I am proud to accept their invitation to join their band and on the liner notes be listed without an instrument attributed to me because I just help everyone reach their full potential. And like buy tacos and stuff.