Something I really enjoy about music is challenging myself with what I listen to when I click play. This is complete deflated when I hear someone singing. I just find it more unique when things are lyric-less or plane sampled. Maybe it’s more of a sculpture that way than someone’s middle-school poetry they mid-life crisis’d into a hard rock trope that’s fucking northern European. However (and most importantly), I gave up “rock and roll” long ago in the old Tipp City Post Office basement with Brandon and Nick and Marshall years ago, though, if I were there now with them jamming, we’d totally pump out some tunes like Trupa Trupa’s “To Me.” Snoop the color-soaked video above and believe in a few more Jolly New Songs in October. More to come!