Something approaching a mass singalong moment occurs on My Sad Captains, but there’s an off-putting crunch of distorted noise behind it. It sounds uneasy, which fits with the song’s equivocal view of middle-aged hedonism, a carefree “perfect waste of time” that still feels slightly undignified: there’s a line about a “BMX apothecary” that conjures up the suitably incongruous image of the song’s protagonist buying drugs off a kid on a bicycle. [Source]