Holy, Holy

My love for Steely Dan has already been established here, and this song definitely feels like something that could have been written by Donald Fagen. The hedonistic bravado of the lyrics, the lush instrumentation with latin influences, and an extended bridge.

To me, this song only truly gets brilliant in the second half when the entire concept of the song flips on its head and shows that all of that boasting was just pure posturing - a perfect encapsulation of toxic masculinity and the almost pathetic insecurity that it stems from.