Sleigh Bells, "Champions of Unrestricted Beauty"

Sometimes we get so locked into our own habits and styles and ways of being that they start to feel like a prison, and we reach a point where we worry that unless we alter things, drastically and soon, we might be trapped forever in those same patterns and paths until we become incapable of change altogether and drift into a stale parody of what once made us so interesting. That kind of change is difficult, though. People crave predictability, and even when our attempts at doing something different are often vital for our own sanity, everyone else seems to see them as an affront aimed at them, an indictment of their own inability to make other moves. This increases the challenge of undertaking a serious transformation, because when our own doubts are amplified by the disapproval of others it is often much more comfortable to slip back into the easy, familiar ways. It leads to serious existential questions about who we are and how much of that is defined by what we’re known for and how that feeds into the responses of those around us. For example: Is Sleigh Bells Sleigh Bells without the crunchy guitars? There are several arguments on either side, but it says here yes. Enjoy.