Before: I think they're a punk band. They sing the more depressing version of "We Are Going to Be Friends" (as opposed to my Hawaiian beach god singer, Jack Johnson.) I hope the music isn't speckled with crashes and loud guitar riffs and other punky stuff like that. Having just mused over the latest Teen Vogue spread on punk, I am not in the mood for dingy, dark, sour music. Dark alleys are not where I want to be (and yes, I'm associating punk with dark alleys.)
After: That was fun!
This album showed me how punk can be enjoyable. We had poignant lyrics. We had melodies that were just shy of that perfect, harmonious sound. It wasn't scrubbed clean or sanitized by auto tuning. It retained grime; some wear and tear that presented a tense contrast not unlike the conversation between a carefully chosen wine and an artful dinner.
If you are completely lost or think I've gone bonkers with my use of the English language, please let me know.
Here's a fact: I listened to this album while redesigning my resumé and relaxed. That's saying something.
I'm not one to sit around and listen to garage-y bands, but this one was a more "glam" version of that sect of bands.
Also, how could I dislike a band that put a biological term in their album name? ;)
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