Secret Nudist Friends, "No One At The Mall" (Released 6/2016)

Here's the thing about "No One At The Mall" — I've listened to it, alone, on repeat for the past handful of weeks. I've been sitting on thoughts and ideas of what to say about this song that I have loved from the first riff — how can I accurately convey that this song sounds like a combination of The Breakfast Club rebellion/zombie apocalypse/balloons and confetti falling from the ceiling/driving power pop that's spinning with knives? You know, without creating a list.

Well, I'll tell you this. I'm sitting on my couch listening and thinking and stressing and thinking and enjoying, when my roommate walked out of her room and just started bouncing. Walk-bouncing. Bouncing and talking. That's what this song does. It takes complete control over your body. It will weaken your joints and raise your pulse. It'll drive you to move — and isn't that what music is supposed to do? 

Secret Nudist Friends are a band based out of Philly and Brooklyn who are well-loved for running Tralfamadore, a DIY house that supports local and touring bands. With "No One at the Mall," they've captured the frantic energy of the basement show in a wild pop song. Gnar, indeed.