Did you ever go to a high school prom and just fucking wish there was something worth slow dancing to? Your jeans were too tight, you smelled like cheap booze and smoke, and you had entirely too many feelings. Seattle’s Close Encounter takes you back to that moment and gives you the damn song.
The reverbed guitar brings you back to a sparkly but sad night in the early 80s while you look around for someone you’re not sure you’re going to find. Oof. They really got me.