Stumbled upon this band earlier this year. And I must say, I fucking love them! There is something about the harmonies and the haunting subject matter just makes me want to listen to their songs over and over again.
And I don’t even know what to say,
’cept that maybe it shouldn't be important.
And I don’t even know its name.
If it were a dog I’d call him Rover
Oh, oh, oh
And then something should go right there
And then something should go right there
There’s something ’bout being an alcoholic
And the skyrocketing price of beer
I wish I could do drugs.
(That man is real, not made of steel)
I wish I could do drugs.
(That man is real, not made of steel)
Also, give a listen to Heavy Vegetables, a slightly earlier band with very close affiliation to Thingy, a little more upbeat.
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