Sloan - Chester the Molester
Creepers go creep-crazy sometimes, putting their creep-claws on everyone's shoulders, breathing hard, hot breaths into everyone's mouths, and being general busybodies in the sense that they busy themselves with everyone else's bodies. This is where Sloan's song comes in, as a PSA to change your mind about creeps. Some of those creeps--okay, a very small number of them--are just trying to make a connection. Maybe they go about making those connections in ways undreamt-of by polite society, but they're still human. Creeping is oftentimes the only art creeps have, and that art is worthy of evaluation and, occasionally, praise. This song, like many Sloan songs, is enthusiastic, catchy--and I'd almost say life-affirming (if I were drunk). The guys in Sloan sing this like they're celebrating a triumph of human virtue, and I think that's one of the many qualities that makes Sloan such a good band, that they can take a character like Chester and make him into a hero through the sheer force of a perfectly arranged song.[Buy Navy Blues]