Imagine if My Bloody Valentine and Bob Dylan made sweet, noisy, thoughtful love. And they didn't wear protection. Cause why would you? You've gotta mix and spread both of those genes around, and they know that. Well anyway, they bone, and 9 months later a baby is born. A beautiful baby named The War on Drugs.
I can't figure out how to get a song to stream right from here, so head over to the hype machine and listen to the War on Drugs. Pretty much ruling right now. I know I really like a band when I wish I was in said band. That's going on right now.
Oh, and that show Californication... too fucking good. Hank Moody is the man.
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