Listening Party – “Pinky Ring” by Remember Sports

Indie Pong Press Release – 5/05/21

Eat your heart out nerds.

-Daw 🙂

Okay, now that we got that out of the way I would like to thank all of you for your teacher appreciation week well-wishes, monetary gifts, and blood sacrifices. It was noticed. Thank you. Now that I’m finally appreciated I can do my job just like the rest of you 9-5ers, only at a discounted rate! Hooray for teachers!!

Where have I been you may ask. Well, I’ve been working hard, hanging harder, and being as cool as an iceberg wearing sunglasses. So, essentially the usual. Sorry that I don’t have a better reason for my absence than poor time management, but you get what you get.

I can promise, however, that I again will do what I can to churn out some good shit on a weekly basis just for you people. Why? Because I love you. I am in love with you. We should get married. That’s why.

This week I got a tip from a friend of mine (also a scorpio), who I regularly played pool with until the world went to hell in a hand basket. He hit me up with my favorite: angsty indie punk with a female lead. Immediately, I was in to it. So, with no further ado I bring you Remember Sports!

So, this whole album rips. But, with these articles you get one song, so don’t be greedy. It’s unbecoming.

I’m being told that the egg budget in this music videos alone rivaled that of a James Cameron film. No wonder they went with the artistic touch of a little 3D effect. Unfortunately, I forgot my 3D glasses in the movie theater after I watched Avatar for the 5th time. I just I couldn’t stop fixating on whether their hair was also actually an… appendage. Let’s just leave it at that.

Let’s talk about the tunes. A double tap on the snare and we are off. This song is a roller coaster with a screw loose. We are having so much fun, but theirs always the crushing reality of our own mortality. Pair that with the equal parts of vulnerability and angst in Carmen Perry’s lyrics and you have yourself a triple-Daw-certified Bop. This song makes me want to break stuff, then journal about it afterwards.

I feel like I write about breaking stuff a lot. Let’s not look into that one.

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