Sometimes I surprise myself… especially when little glimpses of my musical past come creeping up on me out of nowhere. This band is anything but old, but the sound is not something I find myself listening to a lot lately. Sure, they have an accent… sure, they are from Scotland and happen to be on the same label as Frightened Rabbit… but still. More abrasive and raw. They also lack beards so we KNOW that’s not causing any influence.
They are just… good. They have a quality about them that makes you feel like the pulse of every beat and the verve of every word is sung with a passion for what they do… like they are ripping it out from the very depths of themselves.
It’s the yelling, that does that. If ever you form a band, make sure you yell, people will automatically assume you MUST be sincere.
I am going to sing the song that I sang at my friend Rickie on the way to brunch on Sunday, it went something like, “I have to peeeee, I have to peeeee” … It was very brief but I bet if I yelled it with half the passion that these guys utilize, I would be bawwwwwler. Yes, bawler.
So listen, and then pee. Or whatever.
I am off to make crafts out of construction paper like a 4 year old… see example below. THAT is how elementary school teachers spend their vacations, and as a high school science teacher, I am jealous, so fuck those hoes, I’m crafting.