Kississippi: We Have No Future, We’re All Doomed

The internet is cutting in and out and when you do everything on Google Drive, that’s a pain. So with the daunting task of getting a week’s worth of things done in the span of a couple of hours before my eyes shut, I can say that Kississippi’s We Have No Future, We’re All Doomed was both a blessing and a curse. The title gave me absolutely no hope, but the calming effect of the music and the vocals lent me some assurance.

Girls who say they’re not into mainstream who go out of their way to shop at only vintage stores and love to argue about the essence of this and that, those are the people I imagine would create and listen to this music. It sounds like something Rory Gilmore would’ve grown to listen to in her mid-20’s. I never watched, but always assumed she was the hero straight A students wished to be; so many boys, so much drama. Anyways, “Unkempt Leather” started out the record and instantly was like a haunting coffeeshop serving up simplistic complexities in one swift motion. The mood changing very little as we drifted into “The Song Used To Be About You.” As things pushed forward you got lost in the words as they came across like a fog, rolling over and taking control. There’s something enchanting about the ways of “Indigo” and comfort of “Googly Eyes.”

The WiFi has been steady for the time being and I’m sure I’ll be able to finish out the night, but I don’t want to speak too soon. That aside, if you think you embody the grown up version of the Gilmore Girl or listen to bands like Beach House or Long Beard, check out Kississippi’s We Have No Future, We’re All Doomed, out now.


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