The rabbit holes we follow through life are normally one-way-streets where, once we’ve traveled down them, there is sadly no going back. For my life, that’s meant never drinking PBR, Starbucks Coffee, or Johnnie Walker Red ever again. It’s also meant permanently flipping off Top 40 radio and MTV forever. Luckily though, good ole’ fashioned garage/indie/college/whatever you want to call it rock has weathered every new-musical-direction-storm, remaining a go-to in times of pep-need.
The Cribs do it better than anyone else on this goddamn earth — see below.