Hinds: I Admit to Liking Something

Despite the staggering variety of inadequacies, failures, and defects which tend to coalesce into the silhouette of a man whenever it's time for me to write an autobiography, I know for a fact that I have good taste in music. I won't get into how or why I know this, mostly because it's bullshit, but also because you're probably reeling from the dickheadedness of that statement. 

Nonetheless, I like good music and I want you to like it, too. That's why I'd like for you to listen to Hinds. 

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I've flown the better part of 10,000 miles to see these four fantastic Spaniards on three occasions and, while I understand about 40% of what they're saying at any given time, they're a firm seven out of seven. 

In some ways, it's quite predictable that I'd gravitate towards a band composed of four young women and a waist-high language barrier, but the fact is that they're better at making American rock and roll than any Americans have been in a long, long time. They're also fantastically fun and they know it. Seriously, I don't think I've ever seen so much charisma crammed onto one stage.

They're coming to America next week. Go fucking see them.

Also: here's a playlist, although it's not entirely necessary as they've released a grand total of two albums.