

The Song of the Day is a bizarre description of the best track to arrive in our inbox on any given day.
I feel like I passed out on a burgundy and orange zig-zag loveseat after eating bad mushrooms and woke up all gooey-eyed in Eric Foreman’s basement. Fez is massaging my feat, and he does have strong hands.
The world is a kaleidoscope being turned at a glacial pace and my emotions are in fact painted in vivid color but they’re also melting in a 3-D circle where rainbow-feelings converge into a brown blob and back again.
Because these three creepy-looking dudes from, of course, Minneapolis, wrote this wonky song that I might call squishy and romantic in the context of flux.
Which is what I like on a Monday afternoon.
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