One of them stood out as an asshole lobbyist on Veep too. Which is really saying something for a show almost 100% stocked with intentionally vicious asshole characters.

DUHHHHHH WUT

Whoa-oh
Amber is the color of your threat level

I keep telling you: he's 73 years old, and he's dead!

Exactly! Pecknold doesn't seem to shy away from talking about what he's been up to in the interim, and if it informed the album, great! But you don't have to project that context SO HARD before most people have a chance to listen to it. Let the music speak for itself—if the record does it's job, it's saying exactly…

New(ish):
Yussef Kamaal - Black Focus
Jerry Paper - Toon Time Raw!
Whole lotta chill shit on Youtube (Coubo, Esbe, basically whatever STEEZYASFUCK puts up)

What a stupidly enjoyable buddy cop movie. Though it was a little odd at the time to see Robocop stuck in a courtroom drama while Elliot was out there punching hoodlums off rollercoasters

Hey, you said required twice… almost like it's your job to be repetitive. Your job! Being repetitive is your job!

In conclusion, Afghanistan is a land of contrasts

I loved how the guy was buying lunchables and a capri sun for himself.

Hey!… Thanks.

That rabbit's dynamite!

It is an eminently habitable film

For a band I apparently have strong opinions about, I didn't actually pick up Thank Your Lucky Stars so I can't really compare the two. I feel like Depression Cherry was them trying to go back to their relatively lo-fi and stripped-down roots (again, all relative with music this austere), but with a more expansive…

Seeing them open for Fleet Foxes at the Hollywood Bowl in September and cannot wait to get lit on wine and/or edibles and just bliss the fuck out under the stars (or at least the few that make it through the greater Los Angeles light pollution)

I dunno. They certainly have a very narrowly scoped sound, but I can still hear growth and exploration of that sound from album to album.

Mine too! The tension and release of the harmonized descending melody in the "off to nowhere" chorus is just sublime.

I don't HAVE to do anything!

Way to plant, hand!

I don't see what's so gay about a bunch of buff dudes in pastel cutoff man-jamas spraying foam all over each other.