By Johanna Zenn | 10/15/17 7:05pm
Set the scene: you’re at a high school party, feeling much cooler in the moment than you ever will looking back on it, when you look over and see someone you kind-of sort-of have a crush on flirting with someone else. Catastrophe. Pandemonium. Later when you go home, you put in your headphones and look for the only relief that one can get in this situation. Hearing Brandon Flowers yell existentially over some bombastic instrumentals finally gives you the only content feeling of the night.