The days are getting longer, the weather's getting warmer. It's this time of year that anyone and everyone could use some killer strollin' music to strut to. Might I suggest the hidden Pavement not-exactly-a-classic-but-damn-well-should-be "The Sutcliffe Catering Song"? You just have to like it.

The final track off the second disc of the enhanced version of Pavement's sophomore album Crooked Rain, Crooked Rain: LA's Desert Origins, "The Sutcliffe Catering Song" is something of a hidden gem. It's not something likely to be found by anyone other than a serious Pavement spelunker. But it's so goddamned good. The sort of carefree, I-don't-give-a-fuck spirit is in full. glorious force here, as well as the insane, word-salad lyrics which reach new peaks of lunacy.

It's a love song, it's a ballad about real estate, it's a commentary on those interest rates. It's everything you ever needed and never knew you wanted. So jam out, and try not to let those prime-rate interest slashing Germans screw up your monetary plan. Whatever. [Spotify, Amazon, iTunes]