Tag: make out

The band’s called Make Out. Or Makeout: they were from Brooklyn, and I don’t think they exist anymore. Producer, drummer, and a singer; they’re kinda like the Sleigh Bells, but not terrible. The producer fellow may or may not have been in Junior Senior, which was a spectacularly European dance band from the turn of the century.

Anyway: I like ’em. They only made one EP, as far as I can tell, so they now replace the New York Dolls as my favorite band with the least amount of material.

…and fuck shit up. Liberate the food court; steal the coins from the fountains and take all those suburban wishes with us; abuse the free sample lady. Set fire to Sears and take our feet out at Dick Locker and flood Nordstrom’s to stage mock navel oranges.

Let’s all fall out of love at Sbarro’s, and back into it in Sam Goody’s.

(Song’s a little over a minute long, and it’s utterly perfect. Listen to it real damn loud.)