Damn. The new SNL season opened strong.
Tina solidified her legacy (hopefully as Lorne’s rightful successor,) the new kids didn’t shit the bed, and Aaron Paul got to squeeze every last drop of pop culture juice out of his Jesse Pinkman character.
Of course, Arcade Fire sounded like Yoko Ono teaching bagpipes to a classroom full of special needs children, but I’m willing to ignore a shitty SNL musical performance if the album turns out to be good.
Dag, Vanessa Bayer’s Shosh is on point.
This is completely and utterly perfect.