I am in love with a pop punk band.
Everyday for the last, oh, month and a half, I've found myself listening to Good Luck's ridiculously excellent Into Lake Griffy at least once a day. Sometimes twice a day. Hell, there have been days where I've listened to nothing but that record on repeat.
I really cannot quite put my finger on what it is about this band that sounds so good, and why they warrant daily listens even though I'm so back-logged right now with listening to new music that it will take months to finally get through it all. There's just something so secretly engaging about them. Hailing from Bloomington, Indiana, the band rips through their thirteen tracks with such wide-eyed wonderment, such wishful dreaming, and such friendliness that it's hard not to get caught up in their little hopeful world.
With songs about relationships, friends, and playing music, they cover all the bases you would expect from a band that clearly grew up loving the shit out of bands like Jawbreaker, even thought their music may not necessarily reflect that part as much. Still, as a power trio, the band is able to fill their space surprisingly well, with the bass pounding at full force, the guitar subtly ripping away, and the drums sounding exactly like what you'd expect. Even though they aren't reinventing the wheel, they're doing something special, and it's really only a matter of time before the kids that love Against Me!, Hot Water Music, or Samiam start championing this band as well.
Below are two MP3s. First up is "Stars Were Exploding," a bouncy affair that shows more of their pop side, a stripped down song that is all about the drums and vocals until the thing finally breaks and explodes. Second is "Same Stories," which is a little more rocking and all about their skills as songwriters. Seriously, that "felt more comfortable around you than I ever had" verse kills me. Is it just me or do those vocals sound kind of John Darnielle-esque? The other tracks they have up on their Myspace are definitely worth checking out as well.
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