I only have a vague notion of what mineral/vegetable/animal/music robot Fifth Harmony is, and I am of the utter opinion that Elle King’s “Exes and Ohs” is my favorite worm to feast upon my ear canal like an Animorph Yeerk since Carly Rae Jepsen’s “Call Me Maybe,” but here you go. Consider yourself Yeerk’d.
(The song starts around the 8:45 minute mark.)
So, Internet: are we digging it, or is my taste in current pop music the cultural equivalent of queer dadcore? Please discuss.
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