You Fucking Bastille…
I was going to watch porn and then drift off in to a wonderful sleep. But I thought, while I route around I’ll check a band off of my ‘Check Out B4 Glasto’ band list. Heard so much about this band but I needed to really cast an objective ear on them.
So I’m looking through sites and nothing is really catching my eye, which is perfectly normal. But then all of a sudden this hook, came outta nowhere, caught the fuck out of my cheek and hauled my arse out of the porn pond and into a film. This fucking band. This fucking band. They make that music you forget to look up after you’ve watched a film, where the characters suddenly get their shit together. It’s either there’s a montage and someone is working on a skill or just becoming a better person. OR that bit where a person realises they cant live without another person and they go running into the fucking rain after them with no phone, keys, coat (that shit STICKS IN MY MIND, HOW ARE YOU GETTING BACK INTO YOUR HOUSE FOOLIO?) and tell them how they feel. The whole album is that moment. But not too cheesy. Thankfully.
I honestly want to get dressed….ok have a shower….get dressed and go chasing after someone and tell them how I feel. Maybe I’ll call up my 24hr banking service and take it from there? Make it up as I go along? Or should I just turn this album off until I can think of an acceptable way to deal with the feels?
I’m not even slightly in the head space for porn now. Fucking Bastille.
- Plot Twist: You come up with a great song in your head and it doesn't turn to shit when you rush to record a piece of it before the magic is lost.