New swingety-swing, moooo! Finally something that is jolly rather than melancholic fuck-my-life-type of shit. The title is inspired by the farm in our neighbourhood. Those spotted cows tend to stare when you pass by and that's the only thing they really do. Maybe, and just about maybe, if you made them listen to some of that swingety-swing, they would be freed from their boring bodies and they would finally do something else than lock on and gaze their victims.
Or maybe they would still stand in one place eating grass. Who knows?