By all rights, I should hate this song. Its hushed groove, its delicately sweet lyrics about a couple of trust fund kids in Brooklyn Heights expecting their first child, its adorable lack of realization that these people are probably smug douchebags....but in the summer of 2001, before the world went to hell, I still believed in this kind of happiness.
Plus, despite their mellow vibe, the AmAnSet's can lock into a pocket like nobody's business. I saw them live a few times and was always struck by the way the band all seemed to be in their own world, like they were all in entirely different bands. The bass player wouldn't even look at the rest of them, but they fit together like a jigsaw. Every rhythm fit together perfectly, it was quiet impressive.
So, I like this sweet, quiet, song about rich, entitled white people breeding...go figure.
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