MGMT

I am obsessed with MGMT, is it that they are delightful pixie people that bath in sparkling moon blood? Or that their melodic songs about electric goddesses and tree families melt my heart and make me want to live in Narnia? I don't know, but with names like Andrew Vanwyngarden and Ben Goldwasser you pretty much either have to be in an awesome fairy rock band or live in the Shire. Personally I couldn't be more tickled pink that they chose the path of rock and roll. Their much anticipated first full length album Oracular Spectacular has been the only CD in Jay Brown's CD player for over a month and is the theme music for my new beautiful bike. On top of what seems like unachievable greatness, their videos are basically like a field trip into the tickle trunk of my brain. "What is in the tickle trunk of my brain?" You might ask yourself. Well in no particular order: 

kittens 

psychedelic lord of the flies beach BBQ's with lots of red meat 

archery 

tehnicolour owls

babies

fire pits of burning money

interplanetary surfing

ancient mayan rituals

cat-riding

cello-only orchestras

and finally winged lip crabs that burst into dolphins when shot with flaming arrows

Watch for yourself.