I don’t know what you want…
Don’t leave me hanging on.
Are you a fan of chill-inducing vocals, epic instrumentation, consciousness-raising lyrics, and effortless cool? Then today’s jam by soon-to-be megastars London Grammar is for you. When I first heard “Wasting My Young Years,” I stayed up way too late hitting repeat Idon’tknowhowmanytimes. The track found the special little corner of my rib cage, that tender spot reserved only for the best music, and nestled into my cartilage. Every song in this exclusive club has a healthy heart of its own that beats hard, making mine throb. I hang on, waiting with bated breath for them to blow each other up. Until that day, I’ll keep pressing play.