I have a contextual, spatial memory. I recall walking up Chestnut Hill Avenue on a winter evening in 2005. Approaching the bus turnaround in front of the Reservoir T station, I opened the late, great Boston Phoenix to the music pages. I read a review for Aha Shake Heartbreak by some band of brothers raised in a Pentecostal church. And the song “Four Kicks” was highlighted.
Kings of Leon came a long way since then (or have gotten too big, or sold out, depending on your perspective), but “Four Kicks”– the rockin’ guitars, the full journey in 2:09– is the best way to propel a morning toward the weekend.