Unloved

After the first five seconds of the title track "Guilty of Love", I fucking know I love this band. 

FUCK.

This is that fucking dude Electric Guest after he's put together a Strawberry Alarm Clock cover band, but everyone in and around the band has their noses pierced and there's pubic hair all over the carpet but we can't see it because no one has pants on and looking down is rude when all of our keys are in the fishbowl over by the front door. 

Unloved is, succinctly, Budos Band meets Amy Winehouse meets Mazzy Star meets the one image in my head from the classic adult film "Orgy of the Dead". If you have other shit to do today, you can just run with that sounds-like-sandwich bro, that'll get you listening if you understand them words bro.

For those that don't know Budos Band or what they would sound like if they were fronted by a Mazzy Star-like version of Amy Winehouse; first off, I feel sorry for you. Secondly, I feel sorry for your fucking friends because you sound like an asshole and you listen to shitty music man. Keep up with the rest of us. All three of those names should have an instant spot in your musical soul that you can refer back to whenever something tickles those pickles. 

If they don't, do not have children. We don't need any more sheep in the world. Snip the vas defrens bro.

That being said, Unloved have me by my already happily snipped vas defrens.

The sullenly sexy retro vibe of this (way too) short EP is cinematic, unsettling, but most of all, it's like an Austin Powers party thrown in a cemetary it's so fucking specifically erotic and ghastly. 

The pseudo-hypnotic plodding of "Cry Baby Cry" fucking kills me. With the muted snare drum in the background going bat shit, while the twinkling keys and beautifully distracted guitar tinkle these brightly colored strums behind the chorus of topless women painted in the ashes of our forefathers, if my erection is hidden by the dark of night, wait until the fog clears and the sun rises because it is fucking inspiring.

"Far From Here" has a very strange connection to my recent obsession with Lord Huron, as this sounds like it was filmed in black and white and then brightened with technicolor long after it was deemed perfect. This new-colored color it's sporting is fucking gorgeous, but you can tell it's a bit too orange, a bit too brown, a bit too shady, but you wouldn't change a thing.

I saw somewhere in the press release that this is somehow "star studded", but don't let that turn you away from becoming obsessed with it. I don't plan on learning who is in this band because the visuals I've described above should prove that I don't want my imagination's description of this band to taint the reality of who is behind Unloved. This is fucking fantastic and it's perfect for the October drives to work where you're slightly ready to kill someone, but are completely enjoying the drab beauty involved in the change of seasons. 

I want to watch Orgy of the Dead again tho. PUSSIES WERE MADE TO BE WHIPPED.