One thing though, that really drives one to ear-gouging, head-against-brick-wall psychosis is a talented female vocalist with a voice richer than mudcake made from the purest Swiss chocolate drowned in honey served with Zooey Deschanel on top...(see Beyonce)...
...which is an awfully tortured metaphor to say that having Florence Welch in your ear for the better part of a week is equal parts great and maddening, because you want to create an instrumental to match her, and she'll be the first to let you know if you're letting the side down, the powerful bi-atch...enjoy!
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