Imagine stumbling upon the filming of this video. You'd find the dudes from Wild Beasts in hoods standing around a fire and howling at the sky, their stuttered oohs and ahhs transforming from something nice to wash dishes to on a foggy Sunday afternoon to some crazy druid/werewolf Morrissey-influenced magic of nature shit. Believe it or not, this song is an ode to various girls from various towns we've never been to—a simultaneously bouncy and somewhat dour version of this. Kind of.
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