Our resident music writer Matt is at the Gathering of the Juggalos this weekend and has entrusted me to write about his favorite jams while he finds a juggalette bride with which to begin his conquest of the Juggalo Nation and turn them into a force to be reckoned with, not unlike Avon Ladies or Amway salespeople.
This song reminds me of being hungover and vaguely sad on a beautiful summer day in college. Also, Kurt Vile’s hair.
Fuzz = Ty Segall + Charlie Moothart + Chad Ubovich. I’m just going to pull from their label here, because I don’t think I can top this rhetoric: “Tried and true methods mixed with tongue twisting, teeth shattering, seizure-inducing stabs at the norm. Bathe in the heat wave that is Fuzz, and regret nothing in the time freeze. Necessity is the mother of creation; and devolution stakes its claim in the past as it continues to bind itself to the future.” I mean…
This is dope. It would pair well with root beer floats, denim cutoffs, and a road trip to the beach with your besties.
It’s no secret we’re big Mac DeMarco fans here at Playboy HQ. Here’s yet another reason to get into his easy “jizz jazz.”