Scoundrels

Scoundrels are the definitive SUAP rock band. SUAP is the acronym I came up with when a band displays a consistent ability to just Show Up and Play, and Scoundrels are the prime example in my ear holes currently. There's no electronic riff raff, pre-programmed reverb vocal effects or any other ingredient they can't fucking murder right the Fuck in front of you. Don't believe me? I placed a live studio recording video below, and they MURDER THAT BRO BRO.

Raw is too unpolished an adjective to throw their direction, but they take advantage of the fact that they sound so fucking live on their recordings that they utilize a smidge of rawness, and it takes them from mere bar band to a fucking colossal throwback snifter of fucking "shitballs this is delicious".

Scoundrels' Sexy Weekend EP is that shit you can put on around people twice your age and not feel a little bit uncertain if someone's going to toss your iPod in the drink. It's classic rock without sounding like you're wishing it was thirty years ago, but it retains that smooth "they don't make shit like this anymore" type vibe, all the while wearing thin button down shirts and tan slacks.

Seriously, the vibe on 80% of this album is fucking outdoor drinking, and it's not just day drinking or drinking with your shirt off, it's fucking happy drinking where you're grabbing bevvies for people you hated before you started drinking, and pretty soon you're texting each other your information and sharing homebrew recipes.

Scoundrels brings the peoples together bro bro.

But seriously, on a musical note (zing!) the guitars on Bon Temps Rouler paired with the call and response vocals, then the first time you realize you're singing "SEXY WEEKENDS LAAAATELAAY" on Sexy Weekend without ever having heard it before, and the delicious ass guitars that sound like they're coming out of an 8 inch pignose on your fucking porch, then the flippy 'jesus christ these guys must have cramping ass fingers" guitars on the last minute or so of Beijing Honey, and the fucking vocals throughout that make you feel like you're listening to a fresh cut of vinyl they're so fucking fresh, shit all this makes the whole Sexy Weekend EP a perfect fucking 5 songs.

Scoundrels have yet to piss me off, and they have yet to make it into anyone else that I know's fucking ear holes as pleasantly moist as my own.

WHY ARE YOU shitSHAVING shit SHAVERS NOT ALL OVER THESE DICKTUCKS?!?!?

I LOVE THIS DAMN BAND!