I played this album own its entirety for the first time in ages today, and even though it’s pretty solid from start to finish, this track is the one that had me bopping around the kitchen more than any other. It’s also the one that, more than any other, evokes the album title. Listening to it puts me on a conveyor belt of slow, unfolding rave drives. Full up to the eye with beans while being taken on a tour of any city I happen to been. All control has been surrendered to the chauffeur. I’ve been on a few with perhaps the most surreal being one in New Jersey one hot and sticky Friday night. Literally on the wrong side of the tracks. Sliding silently past wooden houses with large porches, everyone put on them getting pissed in the middle of the night.
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