“Checkin’ Out My Baby” / “Fancy Friends”

Imagine if the teenagers in Footloose would have been fighting for their right to party whilst blasting a shit-ton of glam and bliss-metal. David Vandervelde would have ruled prom and then thrown the most righteous kegger ever. DV is on an absolute tear right now, churning out these rollicking nuggets of summers future. And what are we to do but serve as the slingshots for to launch them through the windows of Old Man Winter’s house. We’re taking our sun back. Let’s party.