#MusicMemories: Time Travel Day 4

Can ya feel it?

This song is junior high, and high school, and slow dances in the gym.

It’s still sexy as shit.

It’s a sick bass line creeping into your guts for five minutes. It’s electric guitar waves, and razor-blade harmonics. It’s a bridge that brings you back to a swaying rhythm you’re a little bit ashamed of.

It’s making out in a dark car to a slippery cassette tape while the windows get steamy, and you’re thinking to yourself, “This isn’t happening.”

But you can’t stop this.