i must come to terms with the fact that they will probably never make a good album post-black rat again
you are in your mid to late 20s working at a dead end job in london, making 22,000 pounds a year (or roughly 50k per year in 2004 US dollars if i am understanding currency conversions correctly). the only joy in your life is hooking up with random girls at parties, and living in a perpetual cycle of being either drunk or hungover
love love love loveeeee his voice. other then that it does get pretty repetitive so
aaaahhh FUCK. awesome. this must be the imaginary soundtrack to some 19 year old australian's coming-of-age adventure with his best buds, drinking a ton and running around doing silly stuff at night. wicked