Women: "Eyesore"

I think that this is the most ironically named band in showbiz. Like, take a classic rock band and smush it together with a noise band, and you get the bro-iest bro sound in the world. Throw in some prog too, and, like: damn son. Stereotypically speaking, of course. As a person of the female persuasion who happens to be pretty into noise bands, I think I may have just offended myself. But I digress.

This song is pretty and weird and sparse. I have been doing a lot of all-purpose hating on the fake lo-fi distortion monster lately, but this song does it right (I am looking at you Bethany Best Coast). It hearkens back to the early ‘90s in an “in reverence to Dinosaur Jr” way instead of a “let’s rip-off Kim Deal” way. Or something.

Because I have a compulsive need to classify everything, here is my obligatory pretentious comparison to other bands vis-à-vis this song: it sounds like the Beach Boys mixed with Television. Like, imagine a hidden Brian Wilson-penned track on Marquee Moon (1977). Pet Sounds (1966)-era Wilson, but that goes without saying (…read preceding sentence in a super haughty voice, please). You know, it’s got that Upbeat Tinged with Horrible Sadness thing going for it. It’s summery, but cold. It’s like six and a half minutes long, but that doesn’t feel excessive, somehow. It also has, like, an early Flaming Lips feel to it? It’s got me coming up with too many half-assed ways to simply say: I really, really like this song. So there’s that.

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