This image found it's way into my net-based wanderings a few days ago and i've thought about it periodically ever since.
Clinton, My Bloody Valentine and that expression?
Tickles me, it does.
Listen to this whole album.
I command it.
It's like The National and The Black Keys - the earlier years - had a lover's quarrel and they're desperately trying to make amends but failing oh, so miserably.
As so many of the best relationships do.
So good.
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