The Thousands

Man, all I want to do is look at photos of Bethany Cosentino. I made the mistake of googling her and I’m still here, 30 minutes later, crushing out and thinking about moving to LA and getting some tattoos.

If things don’t work out for me over there I won’t be sad, because Best Coast will be there to get me through. Crazy For You is the ultimate summer soundtrack and it could warm the coldest of cold, wretched hearts. Even today, on this apocalyptic grey afternoon, they’ve got me feeling like a teenage babe in a stripy bikini. I wanna go on a date with a clown. I wanna be lazy. I wanna wait by the phone. I want to have hair that matches my cat!

They’ve received a helluva lot of press already, but it’s warranted. Their Beach Boys-esque sandy jams are pure 60s Southern California, but they’re also knowing and moody and sentimental in just the right way. The lyrics are simple and intentionally adolescent ("I lost my job I miss my mom I wish my cat could talk") and I’ll be f*cked if they don’t make you want to leave your responsibilities behind and go do something amazing.