And we all know how much I love the UK. And having recently rediscovered Bastille through YouTube of all places, I figured I’d share this with you all.
I’ve had Bastille’s debut album Bad Blood sitting in my music folder for the longest time, my friends had recommended them to me and I downloaded their album without even thinking about if I would like their music or not. This is one of the greatest leaps of faith ever, because lo and behold, I love their music. They’re a high quality four man group, and Dan Smith’s vocals definitely throw it over the edge.
And his hair? DAMN HIS HAIR IS AWESOME. (This lil bit about hair is a little joke at The Big Cheese and my other cousins who mock me and my “One Direction” hair. By the way, my gravitar is inaccurate to my face, now. I should change that.)
Bastille is great, listen to the entire album Bad Blood. Look up their acoustic sessions on YouTube. Find their Abbey Road sessions, too. It’s incredible. The violins and the vocals it’s just heavenly.
Okay, I think I’ve mentioned this before, but my musical listening range is rather diverse. This classic song just reminds me of when I was younger, listening to songs on mixtapes over and over and over and over again on the weekend road/shopping trips. One mixtape, that was made, quite possibly, by The Big Cheese himself, played all the time in my dad’s 2000 Ford Focus wagon.
I don’t know, for some strange reason, I just started to sing this song. Nothing triggered it; the only sound I could hear in my room was the clickity-clack of my keyboard and my air-conditioner churning by the window. But now it’s stuck in my head. Welcome to today’s Earworm, everybody.