I’ll tell you, man, sometimes I can barely shake the cobwebs out of my head. Coffee won’t do it, so I take a shower. The shower won’t do it, so I take a walk. Sometimes I even remember to get dressed between the shower and the walk. It’s a mug’s game, whatever that means. But then sometimes a song will cut through the haze, and “Waiting for My Moment” is that kind of song. It starts with a distorted guitar that sounds like a trumpet in an Ennio Morricone soundtrack — drenched in the same delicious reverb that coats the gorgeous backing vocals haunting the entire track. Lyrically, I’m on the same page with this one, especially a line about some people swimming and some getting pulled under. And how about that band name? “The Floor Models” reminds me of the kind of deadpan nom-de-musique that my favorite new wave 70s & 80s bands tended to adopt: Elvis Costello and the Attractions, Jonathan Richman and the Modern Lovers, The Waitresses, The Motels. Scot’s vocals are in top-form as ever, but that guitar, man (played by guitar-man Matthew Paige) — it cuts through the song like lightning.