Ah bliss. An extended breakfast of olives and hummus while Parquet Courts spin, green vinyl no less on my record player. A hipster at last. Just before I crash into sixty. Parquet Courts are so riduculously full of themselves that it makes you feel sad for the rest.
Like any number of reasonably heeled high school boys you suspect they sat down together in a meeting at some point and said, 'Pavement that's a good idea.Let's move to New York City and pretend that we're from New York City and hang out in the East Village' But here they leaven the mix wuth Afrobeat and general gadfly opportunism..
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