If it doesn’t trip me out, I’m usually bored or far from impressed. I’m only talking about music videos, so don’t get any ideas. My recent moombahton addiction has shaped my appetite for new music, moving panty-dropping beats high above all else. It’s summertime, so it’s time to party without pants and take it down to the beach.
I credit Gang Gang Dance’s latest album Eye Contact for getting me through a grueling finals week and fueling the conception of a hot valley summer. In a way, it was being a swagtastic mindkilla that helped me survive another year in Syracuse and will be the reason I’ll still be able to get down in a town that makes no sound. Happy Summer y’all! I hope you’re chillin just as hard as I am.
