If you find yourself concerned that the high temperatures and suffocating heat of the last few months can only mean one thing, and that one thing is that the apocalypse is nearing, then Blank Dogs' robotic darkwave downer is the song for you. If you refused to stop wearing head-to-toe black in the aforementioned suffocating heat, then even more so.
If you've found that leading a productive, active life in this heat is comparable to moving in molasses and have thereby done nothing but lie on your couch daydreaming about how you could be lying in a grassy field with a crown of daisies in your hair like people in the movies do during summer, then The Dreadful Yawn's county-dusted meditation on listlessness is the song for you.
If you've wasted countless nights away on New Jersey boardwalks sharing ferris wheel rides with a girl named Erica, and the thought of returning to school in Maine and leaving her behind has driven you to pick up the guitar and write love songs in her honor, then Troy Harley's mall-ready tearjerker is the song for you.
If you listened to an MGMT album at least once since June, courted a summer crush to SummerScreen, and/or are just really into outdoor drinking and don't want the drinking outdoors to stop, then The Billionaires' neon-colored twee blast is the song for you.
If you relate summertime with goodness and wintertime with the world going mad, and are convinced that, once October hits, humanity will enter the void, then this strangely reggae-flavored dance number by the New York Dolls is the song for you.
If you're excited to go off to college but are leaving the carefree days of high school bro-hood tearfully, then Theory of a Deadman's sonic journal entry, to the detriment of your new dormmates, is the song for you.
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