As much as I love Bongwater (and I really love Bongwater), I have lost the ability to sit through Dazed and Chinese.
I am still glad that it exists, I kinda love all the horrid complications, even as saying that I sound (to my own self) like a pretentious asshole. There is a masochism to listening to this song, it manages to hit my irritation button in a way other things can't, even though I know how long it is, that it will come to an end, what annoying thing comes next and even that I could turn it off at any moment. I hover as long as I can before I forward right through it. Today I chickened out early. It's so bad it's glorious. It's a sissy test.
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