When I sat down to write about Los Angeles band Golf Sucks, I knew a difficult task was at hand. There’s an indescribable feeling (or aura, as the kids are saying nowadays) that the band exudes at every show, something that makes you feel like you’re in exactly the right place at the right time. How do you write about, and try to describe, something that can only be felt as a warm feeling deep inside your bones? I’m not sure if I can, but it’s worth trying – such a feeling is crying out to be shared. So here goes.