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Once the aforementioned "school's-out-for-the-summer" energy wears away, you're left with the charred remnants that Weekend turned into their self-titled debut. Here, Shaun Durkan's vocals are driven to the hypnotic, half-awake state of a 93-degree day by an unforgiving rhythm section. Suffocating feedback mimics a sense of panic and heat. Today, walking to the subway feels like an Olympic sport. The skyline looks as though it's wrapped in haze. You feel frighteningly exhausted. This is the song to listen to.