"A Pickle" reminds me of Spanish indie rock group Hinds (see below). It’s got a pace and a groove that is infectious. You can’t help but get distracted and start dancing around your room in your underwear instead of getting dressed for work like you’re supposed to. Pretty much you’ll feel like you’re all jacked up on Mountain Dew and ready to scissor kick any and everyone in the back of the head like a spider monkey.
But seriously, back to this groove. It makes me feel like taking the advice of a young Michael Jackson: don't stop ‘til you get enough. The bass line slaps harder than a woman that you just accidentally assumed was pregnant when she wasn’t.
Unlike the chorus says, I didn’t want something more. "A Pickle" was everything I ever wanted. This pickle was the perfect crisp dill to accompany any sandwich. And I mean any.
Conclusion: Certified Bop.