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.
Download: Night Manager, “Blackout Sex”
(via Weekly Tapedeck)
Really? Even drunk hipsters can come up with a better song title.
C’mon ladies.
are u effing serious? the all seeing eye of rah? talk about illuminati ….
I think the obviousness is kind of the point. C’mon dude.
Yo this guys TEAR SHIT UP.
fuck the haters. where are your tunes? this shit slays.
This shit roolz! I want MOAR!!!11
my collars are popped right now! these jams give me a collar erection…. i love these bros. come to rye!
http://www.myspace.com/night_manager
yo this guys TEAR SHIT UP. lolololol