Can't actually understand the lyrics to this song, but it's probably for the best: "Blackout Sex" just prompted the FADER office to discuss our collective intimacy issues for about five to seven minutes. The boys started the convo. It seems that we, along with the entire world, have weird problems connecting with people we love, despite our staff's general charm and gregariousness. We blame Twitter. As for Brooklyn's Night Manager, don't know if they know about love, but if they keep making this type of ennui-tinged grungy pop, they're gonna have a lot of suitors to work out their issues with.