Far out, this must be what happens when you think about The Smashing Pumpkins and try and build a pyramid out of Oreos and be American and don't work at Burger King and think about Owen Wilson, all sorts of stuff comes out in a fashion that is fun and part-wilted ala soggy cereal, coming off blistered like a Zola Jesus in the suburbs and elsewhere riffing sunny over stilted trip hop wanderings, wobbling like a sunburnt Beach Boys tape. It's kind of confusing but it's a pretty ecstatic bewilderedness. Kind of really want to post the whole album but here are two disparate examples of these guys' pop/stuff.
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