OK so the thing about Rill Rill
is that Rill Rill is not Can You Get to That
it contains that truly transcendent riff that just rises up. I mean, the song wouldn't exist without that. Those bass thuds help! They do! But without that riff the song would not be that piece of gum your brain won't stop chewing, finding these pockets of flavor inserted by science to go on and on and on. That is the thing about Can You Get to That, is that it is magic, and it is about love, and ache, and disappointment, and it is a fucking dare. It is a challenge. Listen. I have a lot of love to give, and am a fucking pinnacle of tenderness. Can you get to that? Is this a place you are capable of ascending? And that's the thing about art. Is that you have to try. You have got to reach for that. And that riff. Fuck, that fucking riff. What Rill Rill does is it marries High School Voodoo to this fucking riff. Like if The Craft was more like that bit in Four Rooms, but even more High School, and even more voodoo. It's the sort of thing where you can imagine them building you an altar in their locker, but the alter is made out switchblades, because their heart is a switchblade. There's this menace but it's probably not even real and anyway it doesn't matter, because it's the summer.
Which makes no sense, because the summer is fucking hot. You sit around drenched in sweat you didn't earn, and then the humidity makes that sweat stick in layers and layers that build up like some awful armor, and then you get a sunburn, and maybe dehydrated. But here's the thing. When yr a kid, the summer is freedom. It's pools and sprinklers and hose fights and water ice and summer camp and all of that. It's endless potential. And that feeling never goes away. And that is what this is about I guess. It comes back. It always does. And everything looks better in summer. Maybe it's how all that sweat makes us glisten and gleam. Maybe it's that we're outside, and drinking margaritas, and having a good time. There's a glint. It means something. It's a form of magic we'll never escape, so just fucking deal with it. Grip it tight and don't let go til it's gone.