cults – cults

There is certain part of the summer that you are not quite so certain about and that moment is certainly the very last moment that the sky still lights swimming pool blue while the moon winks across the horizon at the fading light, the stars rub their dreary eyes and begin to shine while the wind smooths across the scorched grass and cools the sticky asphalt and while that moment breathes for just a moment it endlessly gives the summer night a sense of the endless possibilities of midnight swims, wandering dark neighborhoods with sparklers to find that backyard party and then finding that girl from the park is at the party standing full of laughter and wine and you find the summer couldn’t get much more perfect. The Cults album Cults feels like that…

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