When I was a kid, I had these sheets covered in smurfs. They persevered through my bucktoothed childhood to the bad haircuts of my preteens. Over the years, they got all fuzzy and threadbare, and just thinking of them sends me on a telescopic waterslide back to the 90s.
That's what this album reminds me of. The comforts of a sticky summer night, eating five-cent candies and staying up all night with your friends, wrapped in your childhood sheets. Before you were old enough to know better.
