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Early American Ice Cream, 2016
Written by Horace Greene
I don't know anything about this Wisconsin band, but I like the retro-ad vibe of their album cover. They're billed as indie rock, but this particular song is a slinky groove, sliding around slick '70s funk riffs. The lyrics contrast kids "with their burgundy cars and blacked-out windows down" with working people who pump gas and roam dangerous streets. "Now the sun says sweat, and that's all he knows how to do / Work the finger 'til the bone shines through."
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