in Ivy
SAE 1 (blowing cocaine): Loose lips sink ships, boys. Ivy club honor.
SAE 2: Ivy club honor.
The album titles I want to highlight here earn my praise not as a result of vitality in any traditional musical- or thematic-unification, but because, they’re just pleasing somehow—they make me raise a bemused eyebrow, and then giggle like a schoolgirl. Is this not reason enough to crown a king?