I am in general powerless against covers (and even the original version) of this song. This one exposes how kind of miserable this song actually is, I’m not sure if that’s awesome or just depressing? Either way, Frank McGinnis possesses a lovely singing voice, highly recommended if you are in the mood for that sort of thing…
I need to do like, grown up things, like not staying up all night on tumblr, but I HAD to post this right now….so. good. CAN’T. DEAL.
Bandcamp = the gift that never stops giving; the Crutchfields = the twins that never stop being fucking brilliant. Sweet Jesus.
EDIT: I should say, twins who never stop being brilliant, even when they are not working together in the same band. Their collaborations in P.S. Eliot and Bad Banana are beloved by many and with good reason. Fortunately, and also unsurprisingly, Katie and Allison’s more recent respective projects, Waxahatchee and now Swearin’, are both equally fantastic.
Pleasant pop punk surprise of the day.