Shit has been mellow around here lately. And things certainly have been heavy on the testosterone. So to maintain one theme and to defy a trend I humbly offer a sensitive male slab of aggro. Humorous, smart, intense and well-composed, Pissed Jeans single-handedly brought me back to bigger rock, borderline hardcore.
Clever. A gem among a bushel of turds.
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Pitchfork says: Now signed to obscure boutique label Sub Pop and already on their second album, the brand new Hope For Men, Pissed Jeans' rock is sourced in the early-80s loose-booty sludge of Flipper and Black Flag, the tightly wound treble-spray of late-80s/early-90s noise-rock such as Drunks With Guns and the Jesus Lizard, and a maxed-out Paypal account's worth of hyper-obscure hardcore nobodies who put out one awesome 7" before permanently taking that job at Orange Julius. It's an ugly sound-- sometimes frenzied (the sawn-off boogie of closer "My Bad") and sometimes totally entropic (the glue-huffing feedback-dub bummer "Scrapbooking")-- that I can't get enough of. Unlike so much music in 2007, whether it's Justice or the Arcade Fire, Pissed Jeans doesn't want to inflate your sense of euphoria. They want to stub out enthusiasm like a cigarette on a forehead.
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