Who said you can’t dance to misery? Who said there was no up side to bi polar? No good type of crippling depression. Someone needs to be there for you when your girlfriend is banging your dad. Or your sister. These are hard things to get through on your own and that’s when you need the means to step in.
Lost in that 32 bar crescendo, sobbing in perfect harmony to Marika Hodgson’s lower end, drowning in the infinite sadness that is Tom Broome’s beard while Abe Kunin chokes you slowly to death with his guitar strings you’ll forget that existence is but a slow peril to an ever eminent death.