Normally when I see someone write, "this has been on repeat for some time now," I don't believe them, well, I don't believe it's been on repeat as much as I have been throwing this track on.
I'm the little Italian boy who grew up in America, and this song is the raw pizza dough that I'm spinning all day at my dad's restaurant.
After this house track I promise I'll stop with this genre for a bit. There will be more fun indie pop, some depressing shoegaze, Tame Impala psych rock, but for now I present to you Jerry Swinefeld.