If I could, I would replace all the mumbled church hymns with music like this that approximates feelings of orgiastic religious fervor. This song, by the unfortunately-named Fuck Buttons would do nicely. Tasteful tribal beats slide like bacon-fat over M83 washes of cotton-synths. It's warm, infectious, and makes me feel closer to God. That might just be the communion wine.
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