Warpaint

The last Warpaint album (Self Titled) had me listening to the first two tracks on repeat. Like, I spent the better part of two days listening to the intro and "Keep It Healthy" over and over and over. Having been in a dozen bands or so, it was perhaps the first time I had heard a band sound so fucking organic and natural. The shit just flowed out of the start of that album. Of course, I lost interest in that album relatively quickly because of my fascination with the way it began, but there was something there that touched me. Inappropriately, of course. 

Fast forward a few years and the very SECOND the new album, Heads Up, starts, I'm a puddle again. 

Holy fucking shit, "White Out" has that same 'let's just share a bottle of wine, pass the dutchie on the left hand side, and see where this jam session takes us' that the start of the self titled album had, BUT THEN IT KEEPS FUCKING GOING.

From "White Out" into "By Your Side" into "New Song", a seamless fucking delivery is a complete fucking underfuckingstatement. This is Warperfection. (DAD JOKE)

The low key comfort this band is pumping out throughout the entirety of Heads Up is some of the best music I've heard all year, combining a sense of calm and relaxation, with an acute focus I didn't notice until I had spunt the album through a total of six times without pause. 

A true test of an album's strength is what I call the 'window test', where I put on an album, roll down all the windows, and speed down the highway (doing the speed limit exactly, because I'm a responsible adult). On a recent hour and a half trip back to the burbs from Chicago, I am happy to report that Warpaint's Heads Up  passes the window test. No only did it pass, but it has convinced me to purchase the album again on vinyl because if it sounds this fucking smooth with the wind blowing in my face, I can only imagine the warmth this shit will emit when played through my record player in the next room as I cook my wife another bangin' poached egg. 

This album isn't just better than everything I've come across this month, it's already been dragged into my Best of 2016 playlist, and I'm finding more and more things I love about it. It's fucking balls I'm telling you. If I kept obsessing over it rather than writing about it right meow the review would be longer than my list of things I ate last weekend that could be the source of that smell you aren't sure is actually there. Let me assure you, the smell is there, and I am at fault for having admitted to being the source. 

Sidenote regarding the song "New Song": After rewatching the movie Big Daddy the other day with my oldest kid, the chorus from this song can be interchanged with "KANGA-ROOOO SONG, KANGA-ROO SONG BEBE" much to the delight of my younger Frieders.

Warpaint, you fucking murdered this. Thank you bro much!!