Cult Of Youth, Breath Mints And Me
Where is the fucking limbo line?
I went to go see Cult of Youth just before Christmas and was a little shocked by what I saw there. The ominous musings of Sean Ragon was reminiscent of some June of 44/ Richard Hell perverse apocalyptic folk nightmare raining down from the heavens with the angels of God (and or weed)* swooping in to confront the armies of the damned on the fields of my frontal lobe in order to finally claim and settle rights to what’s left of my tattered, tainted soul. Or as my girlfriend said “they were pretty ok.”
I was however disappointed that there wasn’t a limbo line during their set. I distinctly recall reading somewhere online that they were known for having the audience come up on stage for a limbo contest. A festive dance line would have punctuated the epic, literary songwriting and added just that little extra bit of theatrics.
I told my girlfriend that I felt kinda gypped about the limbo line.
She told me I needed a breath mint.
And I probably did.
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*Swellco & Swellco does not endorse or condone the use of illegal drug use and all references are purely fictional for entertainment purposes.
Tags: breath mints, Brooklyn, cult of youth, limbo lines, weed
