Summer Salt

My legs are crossed in an uncomfortable manner, I'm slouching like a sine curve personified, I will not leave this bed until the "Speaking Sonar" review is done. It's not my bedroom either, yet I'll still play someone else's bedroom pop. Summer Salt are worth the backache, and the arthritis. This melancholy tune right here could have me smiling even if I was on fire. Think Moonrise Kingdom. Enjoy.