A Short Analysis on Modern Drugs and a Cigarettes After Sex Concert

Dave Brennan
Sep 7, 2018 · 2 min read

Which drugs go hand in hand with Greg González’s powerful lyrics and echoing sound? Well, it depends on what your mind craves.

The basic one would be whiskey on the rocks to let the feelings ebb slowly off your skin and a tear or two escape your cheeks in memory of the last one you adored.

Weed is another great option, albeit you’re the kind of individual that stops paying attention to their surroundings to embark on a self-absorbed voyage. Beware of smoking a lot, for great understanding of the band’s lyrics might sink your brain into a mighty state of realization that we all wish for the songs’ fantasy settings, while only a few garnish their lives with said props.

If you are planning on having a long night after the concert, ecstasy might be your weapon of choice. Molly, Mandy, MDMA, X, E or whatever designation you want to give it will make you embrace your accompanying individual. The touch of warm skin, combined with the dreaminess of “Nothing’s Gonna Hurt You Baby”, will leave your body in a war between a decreased heartbeat with a deep state of relaxation and the tachycardic effect of the drug.

With LSD you want to get lucky and have them pull out their black and white visuals reminiscent of old American movies, closeups of women and stark architecture. A feast for the eyes and soul, a reflection of time present and what’s been and gone.

(2C-B is just a mix of the last two, but you never know what you’re going to get.)

Coke will open your eyes to the anxiety of longing to feel every emotion embedded in every song. Wistfulness. Peacefulness. Despair. Affection. Liberosis.

Ketamine will do the opposite of coke: you will be left feeling nothing. Nothing but the beautiful melody this band has to offer. Your brain might be temporarily switched off, and you will be floating on a state of bliss to their tune.

Of course none of them is also a good idea, but whatever you decide, don’t forget to roll a cigarette between your fingers.

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