My wise blood tells me secrets

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Who are Pittsburgian band Wise Blood? Discuss.

1. Animal Collective, the awkward freshmen, spilling Cheetos on the dance floor of the neighborhood cool kid’s summer party?
2. MGMT twirling in circles and spewing cassette tape?
3. Coconut Records smiling through demented, bloody teeth after doing a half-pipe in the drained pool?

Answer: Maybe they’re all of these things. Maybe they’re just plain amazing.

(Katie, Please see me after class)

It doesn’t matter that I can’t understand a word that Christopher Laufman is saying. Somehow, that makes it even better, because then I can fill in whatever words I want. This song is an acid-green slushie spilled on the sidewalk, it’s smushed pink bubblegum on a summer school desk, it’s a broken plastic scooter, it’s a Carnie ride paid for with a three dollar pink ticket. It’s whatever I want it to be, and it’s mine.

MP3: Rot My Brain AwayWise Blood
I’m a strange tiger in a stranger jungle.

File this one under Catchy Glitch Drugjams, Penelope.