It's snowy here in the Tri-State area and I am in need of some dewy vocals and a weird-ass video to help take me into the weekend so that I don't try to shoot myself in the head (tell me again how my husband managed to talk a Southern Girl into moving where the temperature makes rain turn into magic depression powder again).
And, in all honesty, I have to give it up to Eric Wareheim for adding a dash of Ray Wise into his fucked up half-time show/drug-induced dream state, 'cause when you are in need of someone to make the audience feel uncomfortable, Ray's your guy.
I don't know, maybe it's the way that the guy's mouth always looks a little too moist that gives me the heebie-jeebies...
Good weekend y'all.
Source: Boing Boing