Had two separate friends send me videos of two bands I hadn’t heard of (which mostly likely everyone else has)- We Were Promised Jetpacks and Mumford & Sons (brilliant, brilliant names, by the way). The songs that slayed me, It’s Thunder and It’s Lightning, and The Cave are pretty great, along with the nice little understated video for The Cave. Then I saw Little Lion Man, and I think that’s my new favorite. That vicious lil’ mother chugs along like pint-sized freight train- if you’re standing on the tracks, you’re gonna get knee-capped by that opening verse strum, only to get hugged by that epic, grand bridge. That’s a song. Jeez.
Who am I to say, but I think Johnny Cash would’ve been proud of that song. Stunning work.
It’s incredibly disheartening when you’re subjected to songs like “Party in the USA” in stores and gyms and you wonder, “Who the hell likes this shit?” And then you realize, really, no one does. It’s just being forcibly rammed down your throat without your consent. You’re being subjected to it because you are a consumer. And then you hear a couple of bands like this, and it’s like getting oxygen after falling down an outhouse hole into the filthy, filthy darkness. Ah! A rope! Clean clothes! A shower!
Say guys, why do we still use that outhouse anyway? We do have plumbing, after all. This isn’t Deadwood.
Also, they’ve been playing the hell out of Edward Sharp and the Magnetic Zeros on KCRW. Love Home. Love that song. Just joyous.
New music. Nothing like it.