Oh fucking boy, I can't WAIT to hear another fucking Britbong reciting his shitty ironic Reddit Keanu Reeves meme poetry over masturbatory elevator jazz instrumentals for like 10 minutes until the song bursts into cacophonous noise at which point RYM [redacted]s will cream their mom's panties because ZOMG SO ABRASIVE I CAN'T WAIT FOR FAT VEGAN FUCK MAN TO GIVE THIS 10/10 AND MY FAVORITE INSTAGRAM /MU/CORE MEME PAGES ARE GOING TO CREATE FUNNY MAYMAYS ABOUT IT. One of these days, some deranged Fall fanboy is going to shoot up a Black Midi/BCNR/Squid concert and I'm just going to be sitting in the background eating popcorn and grinning like Michael Jackson while the soi-infused guts of hipsters splatter everywhere and their high-pitched shrieks fill the room. I don't know who the fuck invented this substyle of post-punk but whoever did needs a swift kick in the balls (if they even have them) and/or a saxophone shoved up their ass. These "Windmill scene" bands like the Powerpuff girls of rock, except they're made of estrogen, shitty Mark E Smith impressions, and nepotism. Shut the fuck up and listen to King Crimson, all of you