There is nothing quite so deflating to one’s confidence in humanity as a sax player in a sleeveless shirt, a fake tan, and a pair of white Ray Bans. Notice the thrusting of the hips. It’s like he’s just rubbing it in… the fact that he’s capable of breeding more like himself. Yes. Little Uber Saxen Kinder. Children who will grow up with horrible taste in music and use daddy’s money to hire lawyers to ensure that the only music you are legally allowed to listen to is mediocre horn music.
I dare you to listen to this all the way through. It is irritainment at its finest.
I’m kind of depressed now.