Listen here, buddy.

We’re flawed, we’re ugly, we’re imprisoned within the impersonal, impenetrable, gooey love traps that shake you down like an equally gooey gremlin that’s slathered himself in tar for no good reason other than to finally be able to feel on the outside what he feels on the inside. But the tar is laced with POP ROCKS®. And the poor gremlin gets some of it in his mouth on accident and now the rocks are popping but in a super disorienting way that somehow tastes like authenticity. Just listen to our tracks, it’s all we ask. We deserve it. You deserve it. The gooey gremlin deserves it. Please. For the love of god.