Thanks to Vicky for giving me the honor of filling in.
As Hugh mentioned, Pitchfork Music Festival is this weekend. I sort of hate Pitchfork, and sort of love them. They're great for uncovering excellent new music. They're also great at shitting on bands you love, writing obnoxious reviews and being arrogant asses. Yet, I just waited in line with 952 uber-hipsters for a previously sold-out Sunday ticket.
This is Surfer Blood, with a sort of old-weezer meets beach boys sounding song called "Swim." They'll be playing Sunday, along with Big-Boi and a bunch of other good stuff. There is an official video for this song, but you would have to watch some commercial first.
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