This is feeling bad music. This is the music you put on when you get in your shitty car and hate-drive to where the fuck ever. You take your hands off the wheel to play air guitar to the solos and let your car careen into oncoming traffic and you shout along so loud you can’t hear the horns of the cars that are wildly darting out of the way and into each other so you can live, ‘cause you do want to live, at least to get to the next song.
–mp (National Dust)