Me Like Bees

Ever put in an album and within fifteen seconds of the first track you're already telling yourself "this band is going to be the death of me for the foreseeable future"?

Ever put in an album every morning for two weeks straight and say the same thing over and over without even realizing you're listening to the same band you already told yourself you were going to love the balls off and you know all the lyrics already and your kids sing the LAH DAH-DAH DAAAH DAH-DAH, LAH DAH DAH-DAH part on cue without asking them to?

Me Like Bees bro.

How fucking fitting is this then brosephs? I'm a beekeeper with many many bees, this band is called Me Like Bees.

Me Like Bees is a tshirt I would wear unironically, but alas, it is ironic that I also want to adopt all of these hairy children and make them rock and roll me constantly.

Me Like Bees steals from the pockets of so many familiar musicians it's almost annoying the first few times around because the obvious ones are obvious, yes, but I'm still kicking myself in the taint trying to figure out where I've experienced some of these traits before. The vocals are spot on Jack White meets the dude from Snow Patrol while watching 1/13th of Arcade Fire jack off an inflatable killer whale, with that clear ass throat that's obviously manicured with repetitive swills from the whiskey bottle. But then dude gets raunchy, like onNaked Trees, and you're positive the dude is about to swallow the mic before muthafuckers start whistling and all of a sudden we're back to sunny skies and shirtless roller derby teams singing in unison on rolling freshly paved blacktop hills.

The entire The Ides album from Me Like Bees is whimsical in that all-American rock and roll sense of a Modest Mouse from Joplin, MO, but with hints of the goofiness of a Blind Melon, seemingly not-suicidal but totally-suicidal vibe of a Nirvana, but towards the end of the album the only thing I can imagine doing is starting the whole fucker over.

The Ides is addicting.

Theatrical and traditional are trading licks back and forth with shirtless and bearded adults who are doing their best to rock rock their way into a consistently gleeful sense of youth. I know exactly what the guys are doing in Me Like Bees, I just wish I had the time and cash flow to follow them around the country as they yank pannies off of the women (and men, I ain't disckscriminatezin) who are fortunate enough to have their ears penetrated by such awesomely crafted rock and roll.

As far as a favorite track, I'm torn between Joseph Jones, Rolodex, Comet & The Snail, Brand New Fall andThe Fifteenth Day. But then again I've listened to Ra Ra Etc. a few different times while manscaping and my wife even complemented me on my cushy pubis's new whale's tail.

I won't prolong this review any longer.

Go buy this album and enjoy a summer full of driving with the windows up so you can get it lit, then the windows down so your uniform doesn't smell, then the uniform off so you don't get it dirty, then the uniform on the ground so you can sit without getting your pannies wet, then the uniform in a ball that you shove down the front of your pants to help soak up the moisture that Me Like Bees conjured in them jorts bro.

I love this band.