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Wetheads Come Running

Modest Mouse. The first name that came out of my mouth after the first listen of this miraculous album. Irrationality, impulsive anger, images of American province, restless existences, hypersensitivity, screams, inner escape, stomach acidity, low fidelity, high quality.
Truly impossible to pinpoint given the heterogeneity of the content, scattered in a sea of art-rock improvisations, the general feeling is that of having discovered a sharp, capable, eclectic, young, reckless, but above all creative and talented group.

The start is one of those electrifying ones with "Floral Design in a Straight Line" where the speed engages and enthralls, pushes up the beats, repetitive and enticing chorus, detour and you start again in fifth gear, and it's already love. The other tracks will only confirm this crush.
The sounds are those indie ones that I like so much, but the contaminations are punk, new wave, electropunk (yes, because they have a little keyboard), Guy Picciotto (!?!?), even the rap of the Beastie Boys peeks in, but don't wrinkle your nose, everything here flows beautifully!

I'll tell you in advance that they will come to Europe in the summer and that their concerts have no setlist, they improvise greatly, because according to them "if I play you the precise CD, what’s the point of the concert?", the drummer (also singer) plays the guitarist, the keyboardist does as he pleases, in short, they're mad. Don't think their unconventionality is contrived, because up until now, they've seen very little money, I believe more in their adolescent madness.

20 tracks to discover them, right now that they are in the cocoon, ready to take flight.
Mmh...how eager I am to let you listen to them...so run, run faster than wet heads!!!