Tune Into Winnetka Bowling League’s Post-Pandemic Anthem “I LIke To Hide In The Bathroom At Parties”
As an introvert, you'll definitely recognize yourself in the track "I Like To Hide In Bathroom at Parties" by American music trio Winnetka Bowling League. Indeed, the track has an addictive vibe, especially thanks to the exhilarating chorus and the groovy yet uplifting rhythm. It's definitely the kind of song you'd be shaking your head to after hearing the first 20 seconds.
Furthermore, you can already get an idea of the song's lyrical context just by seeing the packed title. The track is perfect for expressing the post-pandemic vibe, affecting the social character of certain individuals, bringing out the antisocial in them.
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