Can't keep a good sad bastard down. Or off my stereo anyway. After a luxurious dish of instrumental prowess, I like me some tormented indie rock to sting the palette. Given my geographical origins, I wish I could care to look for an essential New Jersey resonance in the song, but it's the transcontinental despair and the gauzy, surging music that gets me. Sweet sad bastard.Red House Painters - New Jersey
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