Written by: Dave Cantrell and Scott Hanavan

Coming on all JAMC inside a Raymond Carver confessional with a side of twisted Girls, and with a video that once again proves that the young are the ultimate hedonistic machine of the universe and a hopeless case of eternally arrested development (and really, why shouldn’t they be?), this dissolute jam by Tomorrows Tulips is wicked good enough to even excuse the lack of a certain apostrophe in their name. In short, the aesthetic milieu on display here is nothing but enviable as hell, and all of us here at SEM have suddenly shed however many individual years and are all 22 years old again, swanning around the office without a soupçon of shame, and really, why shouldn’t we?