It’s just the tiniest bit sacrilicious sacrilegious, but “Hard On For Jesus” by The Dandy Warhols might just be the coolest song ever. Perhaps it’s the sacriliciousness which makes it cool?

“When We Were Wolves” by My Latest Novel isn’t too shabby either. Songs are always better when sung with a serious Scottish brogue.

“And we run, and we hide, and we hid, and we ran, and we hide in lightless rooms and we bang on our pianos, la la la.”

I’m not exactly sure why — it could be the nature of how I gather music, or it could be the lack of mind-blowing albums lately, or it could just be that I have less time for it now — but I feel like I’m speeding past music these days rather than really experiencing it.