Matt likes holding hands and taking long, romantic walks on the beach...but with way less walking and even less romance. Also, now replace the words "on the beach" with "in a dark basement" or "down some forlorn alleyway" and the phrase "holding hands" with "sobbing uncontrollably," add a pint of Old Grand Dad and two generous helpings of ennui, and you've just about got it.
Every good band needs at least one smarmy, egotistical fat ass to keep them going when the times get tough. Here’s ours.
