Michigan-native Vandervelde's wonderful high-pitched squeal (his voice similar to that of the late Marc Bolan, and the record's almost a ringer for those old T-Rex records as well) ekes out a song apparently about dedication, with the cliched chorus line and the memories of drinking and smoking, but there's also a seedy undercurrent here, as not everything seems safe, least of all the lover with the bruises on her neck and the things that she's said. This little bit of lyrical crypticism makes us wonder if the waves upon waves of glorious noise--the sitar chiming out against a bed of wailing distorted guitars and crash cymbals--are a relaxing raft trying to rock us to sleep or sweep us out to sea.
Listen to it here and decide for yourself. Bring a life-jacket.
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