Robyn - Call Your Girlfriend

This song combines so many of my favorite things, I don’t even know where to begin.  Okay, first let’s start with the fact that is has a pretty typical housey euro beat, which for some reason I haven’t started hating yet.  Second, I don’t know if it’s apparent through this blog, but I definitely having fantasies about having sex in some dirty, drug-filled club, which would preferably be in London, but I’ll take what I can get.

THIRD, and I feel guilty about this, is that it’s from the perspective of the “other woman.”  I don’t know why, but I’ve always felt some sort of camaraderie and passion for this woman.  Maybe because I secretly think it would be kind of hot to BE that woman.  There, I said it - secret’s out.  If you didn’t already, you can now feel free to think I’m a terrible human being.

Grouplove- Naked Kids

Hey, do you like, wanna drive along the Pacific Coast Highway with me?  And like, I don’t know, we could make out a lot in your convertible or something?  Like get naked and stuff?  And just not worry about anything else for a few goddamn minutes this summer?  

I mean, I’m not wearing underwear today, we could just like DO this, right here and now, like only if you want.  I mean, I just feel like it’s the summer and I’m wearing a sundress with a shoulder ba and our skin is all healthy and tan and a little sweaty, so let’s just do this thang.  I’m game if you are.

Radical Face - Welcome Home, Son

Does anyone out there have a hometown hottie?  You know, that one person you can always count on to be down for poundtown when you’re visiting the ‘rents?  This song is a perfect shout out to that hometown hottie.  This person is great because they know who you were before you went to college, smoked a lot of weed, listened to some good music, attended some humanities courses, and then developed a crippling anxiety disorder - and I think that’s rather comforting.

 Maybe he/she is a soulmate that you’ll always think about, or maybe he/she is just a  hot slampiece, but I can’t think of anyone more perfect to share that pre-coital blunt and that post-coital cigarette.

Dead Man’s Bones - Pa Pa Power

I know I did a Dead Man’s Bones post recently, but I received a submission from rad follower, stephantron and when I get a halfway decent submission, I feel compelled not to ignore it.  (You guys should see some of these suggestions - I mean, you would think some of them never wanted to laid.  Geez.)

To me, this is the perfect song for the lone high school hipster yearning for a dance with his art pixie longtime crush.  He puts this on and all the bros in their rented tuxes are like “Uh, I can’t thrust on bitches to this,” and the leave the floor to makeout with said glittery bitches against the cafeteria walls.  

Our lone hero takes to the floor, sweeping his indie dreamgirl with him and hopes for a first kiss which will be awkward at best.  Everyone scorns his musical taste, but little do they know that he’s actually ahead of the game and will probs be really cool in college.  But not after his girl breaks his heart, thus making him tortured and hot.  #happyending.

/Melodrama.  But isn’t it pretty to think about the wallflowers?