I only care about Future of the Left
Mmm-hmm. Sitting down to a delicious macaroni and cheese lunch yesterday, my three-year old daughter smiled at me and said, “Come on, Rick, I’m not a child.” This is only one of the many reasons why I prefer her to other three year olds, but I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t a significant one.
See that? It’s the cover of the new Future of the Left album, which is so good, it’ll make you grow extra toes. My friend Scott, who is very good at both figuring out what’s good about stuff and writing it down, concludes, “Uncontaminated by filler, this might be the album of the summer, provided you have a sneering disdain for summer, and most other things as well.” If you care, you will agree.