BrightestYoungThings: How To Determine if "Best Friends Forever" is Your Favorite Band.

In 10 easy steps:

Step 1. Watch this video of them from the stellar site IfYouMakeIt playing the song "Circus" on a pink couch.

Step 2: Now check out this video of a couple of college kids mouthing the words to Backpocket and dancing. They are best friends also.

Step 3: Go for a walk. Presumably you're at work, so pretend you have to go to the vending machine in the basement or stomp past your boss with some paper in your hands while looking concerned. I know it's kind of cold outside but just for a minute go and walk down to the street cart maybe and look at the hotdogs. If you are in the suburbs, find a worm and put it in your pocket. Gently. Then go on a walk some more. Say Hi to a few people. Say OLA or BUENAS DIAS.

Step 4: OK while you're walking back to the office or into your apartment, think about how BFF is from Minneapolis. So they have less and more freedom to be weird than coasty bands. They don't live near you, and you may never get to see them play. Therefore they are like a longdistance relationship. Actually even if you saw them play they would be at long-distance, because the place they are, even on the stage in front of you, is inaccessible to you as a listener. These songs were written by the two best friends to one another in the world where they are most comfortable being alive, a world inhabited by cartoons or puppets who nevertheless smoke weed and smoke a lot of weed.

Step 6: You're back at your computer. Download a couple more of their songs. You have now decided you hate them. Their lyrics are brutally autobiographical and wordy and the guitar player sometimes sings like an off-key opera singer randomly and they run over each other when they sing and aren't really harmonizing even. Also they talk about sex too much. You don't care about sex. How long has it been since you've had sex? No wait, let's not do this. Let's listen to their song about Abraham Lincoln instead.

Step 7: Get their album by mailorder. Mark the exact date on your calender when it will arrive. Admit that you like them. You like that they can even make CMJ kids dance, and the way their drummer rattles wildly and how the bass player smirks like Tina Weymouth when she sings and how she plays like Tina Weymouth on the bass or if Tina Weymouth played recorder and how they can make Steely Dan blast off country style or Boston jiggle like Motown.

Step 8: Look out the window a little bit. The sun goes down early these days and it's hard to tell what time it is. It could be 5 am. It could be 7 pm. It could be midnight. You feel tired but you want to do something. So you go to a bar, or a bike shop. You buy a beer, or a new bike pump. You use both of them to repair your bicycle. You ride over to a dangerous part of town and tell a story to a mugger that makes him laugh. He takes your wallet and your bike, but lets you borrow his cell-phone. You call a cab that is painted like a zebra. It drops you off in a vast tundra of rolling tall grass where bugs the size of turtles flop lazily out of twisted black trees onto the ground, burping. There you build an immortal civilization based on sharing and kung fu. A thousand years later you die and are buried in a mountain of your possessions, mostly baseball cards. Mostly baseball cards from the 70s. Mostly baseball cards from the 1976 World Champion Cincinnati Reds. The mountain eventually erodes under the rain, and all that is left of you is an empty street at night in mid-winter which is quiet except for somebody humming.