skink tank fills you with that odd, hopeful melancholy that you get just as the summer's fading and you start to get cold. it's the realisation of the passing of time, of good times that are now memories and how we grieve and celebrate them. it's realising you're nostalgic for a time in your life you thought you despised, stepping a bit too close to the fire and singeing yourself trying to warm yourself up, sharing a meal with friends. i love this band