spore by I Can't Tell Time When I'm Sleeping

Further on along the road of trying to make pretty things sound not so pretty, while retaining the elements that made them pretty to begin with.
Thank you for listening, thank you for your attention, thank you for that one time you took me out for pho. That shit was delicious. Also, thank you for eating the tripe. While I enjoy the flavor it imparts upon the broth, I can't deal with the texture.

Only for the biggest of headphones, the haziest of nights, the heaviest of lids, the chillest of chills. Get your nod on.