Walk The Moon
I Want! I Want!
An album made me happy.
Like, I smiled at myself in the mirror and started a few of these tracks over, happy.
Like, while washing my man parts in the horse trough we call a shower, I giggled, happy.
Like, dude, I was like, fucking alternating between air drums and pelvic thrusts, happy.
Timmy Baker sent over the 2010 album I Want! I Want! from a band I had never heard before called Walk The Moon. What transpired above, all occurred within the first 4 hours I had with this record.
Poppy and bouncy, in a manner made famous by Vampire Weekend, but without the boat shoes or the need to punch someone in the band.
Flighty and humorous, in a Flaming Lips type approach, where the mood of some songs is playfully ruined with hilarious lyrical miracles. During one track I was like "all Fuck yeah", bangins me heads. Then the dude calmly sings "I have no tomatoes" and I laughed and laughed and laughed. I found myself hugging myself, saying to myself, "why can't all music be this fun?".
I know the answer.
All music cannot be fun because some people take their talents too fucking seriously and don't see the humor in life, and spend all of their time expressing their state of artistry instead of enjoying the shit out of shit. It is SYFFAL's task now, to make this band as famous as possible. They are the knees upon the thousands of honey bees I just recently stocked in my hive. I want to be besties with these fucking mooks SO BAAAAD!
Walk The Moon is my new favorite band today. With a song title like 'I Can Lift a Car', that includes lyrics that make mentioning of getting a kiss on a new futon, I can honestly say the attitude that these dudes bring to the shitter is almost as impressive as the music ejaculating into me ear holesies.
Power pop, indie, electro, alternative rock... All of these genre classifications are all masturbating into a centralized brass spittoon. And this spittoon's offspring, Walk The Moon, sounds like a younger Wayne Coyne's attitude but with better music that Wayne Coyne's current band.
My favorite record of the second quarter of 2011 so far. Delicious. Then I find out that it was released in 2010. So Fuck these guys and Fuck Cincinnati for hiding it from me for 5 months. Ass-faced pimple dicks.