Pinstripe Pigeon Band

We broke our music submission platform a few weeks ago while trying to update something or other, and it means we haven't been receiving our normal heaps of 90% what the fuck, 5% this might not suck, 4.9% this really might not suck and 0.1% I want to shave this band's name in my chest. 

This means I've taken to opening emails as I receive them. I don't remember ever living this life.

But in comes a promo email for a band I've never heard with a ridiculous fucking band name and the random mention of one of my personal heros, Cut Chemist.

Instead of rereading the email, because I already know I'm going to listen to it, I just downloaded it and tossed it on the manpod and left for the day.

Let the record state that I have listened to the opening track on this fucker "It's You", a total of 73 times in just under a month. The ride cymbal and the dude's voice remind me of this turquoise cassette I bought at a rave and there was this dude singing a cover of an Everything But the Girl song, but it still somehow reminds me of that one Marc Cohn song "Walking In Memphis", but I remember listening to it over and fucking over and fucking over. 

The Pinstripe Pigeon Band have somehow dropped an EP that reminds me of buying a cassette at a rave when I was underage and this weird SWV/Shanice vibe where I'm horny for my classmates in their high waisted stone warshed jeans bro. 

Confused? Excellent. Maybe they meant it that way.

TPPB are confusing the fuck out of me, but I know why I keep listening. I just imagine Taylor Dane fronting a dancey Depeche Mode spin off project, but all the songs are written and performed with the intention of being aired on an episode of Fresh Prince. It's familiar, oversized bib overalls, and super long cigarettes; all of the things that growing up in the 90s was, and what you saw the cool broads that were older than you smoking. Vagina Slimes and Bubblegum flavored pop bro. 

As weird as it might be to have an EP bumping that was released just recently in 2015 that sounds this much like 1987 and 1994 had a Joop smelling baby that wears tight dark jeans and loose necked and wide cuffed white shirts, it works.

Not only does it work, but "It's You" might be my favorite song that I have no idea what the fuck dude is singing about which I refuse to learn what the fuck dude's singing about. I seriously never want that song to end.

I would add this to your list of things to obsess over today bro.