The Wet Secrets: "Hard To Meet Somebody (Living As A Disembodied Head)"

The problem with 99% of your favourite local bands is the same. The melodies are deadly, the drums bang like bricks, but your man on the mic is whispering amorphous verbiage or spraying non-sensical in-jokes that perpetually fall flat on their faces. Vocalists aren't singers. Not all of us have the luxury of residing in Chicago, where the ability (?) to ride everything except a key has you living the indie-rock equivalent of big pimpin'. Face facts: you either won't hear or won't care about lyrics at a bar show. Dollars to doughnuts you probably can't even sing along to that 12'' your friend's group put out last year.

The Wet Secrets have the knack. "You'll get no sympathy from me / I just wanna roll around on your floor," Ambrose Hamballs aka Lyle Bell roars over the song's buzzing bridge, whose infectiousness is only slighted by it's criminal length. Still, the band's economical approach toward their music – seven days and twenty one cases of Stella, as the story goes – earns them spoils them in the long run. Without drawing out a second of this catchaglimpseofyourselfinthe-mirrorandjerkoff anthem, The Wet Secrets award themselves replay value greater than that of a pre-"I do coke" Lindsay Lohan nip slip. Saloon head-bobbers, purse your lips if you must, this is what a real rock group sounds like.