The Unicorns
Who Will Cut Our Hair When We're Gone?

THE REVIEW

I like to think of Unicorns during their pre-adolescence (what we would call "middle school") secretly throwing aspirin into the glasses of Coke prepared with so much love by the mother of the nerd who organized the party. And it is precisely the image of a middle school party with kids out of their minds that is evoked by the first album of the Unicorns.

Residing in Canada, our guys play something that can broadly be defined as low-fidelity indie pop. There is a lot of low fidelity - more due to lack of funds than for aesthetic-musical reasons - and very little pop, considering that practically in every track the verse-chorus-verse sequence is abolished.
The initial I Don't Wanna Die is enough to make us understand the (non) philosophy behind their music: stumbling start, piano accompaniment, night club singing, poor electronics, a trumpet crescendo that seems to anticipate a drum explosion and instead everything stops at its peak. All this in just over two minutes. It is precisely the conciseness and the continuous variation of this (non) structure underlying their songs that makes the Unicorns interesting.
In this postmodern collage, quirky pop melodies written by the Chipmunks (Ghost Mountain), hints of syncopated danceable drums (Tuff Ghost and Jellybones), budding punk (The Clap), distorted organ riffs with an unlikely hip hop singing (Child Star) make a cameo.
After listening to the double-speed country of I Was Born a Unicorn and the crooked flute that introduces Sea Ghost, you will find that sly grin imprinted on your face with which every child faces the world, and which every adult should strive to preserve jealously.
Life is what it is, and if a laugh should bury us, let it be welcome.