I don’t know why I like this song. Maybe it feeds into my inner need to have haters. Everyone likes me to my knowledge. Or maybe I’m exactly the demographic for this song. People who are unapologetically themselves without thinking who they are annoying. I’d like to think I have the self awareness to know when I’m being an ass but based on my lack of knowledge of who hates me I’m probably wrong. Anyways, dance to this song, Drink to this song. Grab all your buddies and make a bunch of noise in your apartment complex parking lot until some grumpy middle aged man yells at you. Don't worry about it, he’s just mad he’s old.
I don’t have much background about Cherub but I did give their album a listen. It’s poppy bullshit. But it’s FUN poppy bullshit. It’s tongue In cheek, happy go lucky debauchery and I loved every minute of it. So instead of pitching this song I’m gonna pitch Cherub as a whole. If the hook of this song doesn’t paint a picture of what they represent then I don’t know what to tell you. You might not be cool enough to hang out with us. I think your table is over there.
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About the curator - Johnathan Fludd
Johnathan Fludd is like any other college student. Wide eyed and trying to find his place in the world. It can be the most stressful part of your life if you let it. Thankfully for him his love of music has kept him sane during these stressful times. He's an artist, a producer and newfound journalist just trying to share his love of music with the world.