I can remember back as far as ’95 on good days, and I remember one DC summer that year, cruising in my ‘am on Wisconsin Avenue, blasting Jonathan Fire*Eater to attract all the honeys that patrolled the streets on Sundays. Well that band is long gone but from the ashes come the Walkmen, and let me tell you tonight I have a couple of cigars, some Steel Reserve, and a night of sensational ‘am crusin planned with their album blasting the custom hi-fi. Damn if that ain’t a fine American evening. For all you internet losers, here are some mp3s from The Walkmen official site.
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