Pleasure House

I DON'T KNOW WHO THIS IS BUT IT FEELS LIKE I KNOW EXACTLY WHO THIS IS AND I FUCKING LOVE IT.

Pleasure House sound like a raunchy mix between Arctic Monkeys, Foals, and The 1975 if they had facial hair and didn't get beat up on the playground. I fucking love it. I've said I fucking love it twice already. Now thrice.

I like how modern pop rock isn't shying away from vocals that are this fucking endearing. I also appreciate the guitar player just jerking off the wah in the background, which takes the "holy shit this might be super fucking produced, you can't even hear the fucking picking noise on the strings" feel and makes it a little less stuffy. It's almost like a throw rug with a piss stain on it. While it might seem out of place if you're only looking at the piss stain, it sort of ties the whole room together if you pan the fuck out and stop being such a dick all the time.

Pretty sure I love everything about "Cyan" so far, and I've only listened to it on repeat a good nine times (this morning). But it has everything I could want: amazingly recorded and performed vocals, that lazy yet poppy drum beat, the aforementioned wah'd guitar, and most of fucking all, you can hear each member of this band playing their asses off in their own rooms and they all sort of meet in the middle with this fucking pop brilliance. 

GOOD SHIT PLEASURE HOUSE. LEAVE THE BACK DOOR OPEN FOR ME. I GOT THESE CHEESEBURGERS.