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Wednesday, March 22, 2017

Glass Animals Pour Some Divine Pork Soda

Some fine music you can sway your shoulders to. That's the modus operandi behind Oxford outfit Glass Animals new joint "Pork Soda". Admit it. You'll be bopping along to it after one solid listen. It sounds chilled out on any city brownstone you can name. As for the lyrics, they're quite silly but definitely have their rhyme scheme working. Exhibit A would most likely be "Somebody said that I'm a fuckin' slum. Don't know that I belong. Maybe you're fucking dumb. Maybe I'm just a bum. Maybe you're fucking scum. Don't you go psycho chum. Hmmm. Rhyming nonsense for the heck of it. Well OK. I'm good with that. Definitely room for that in the turbulent scary times we live in. Dave Bayley's vocals come out gritty, which is appropriate to the overall sound the other bandmates make. Bass player Edmund Irwin-Singer leaves a profound imprint on the track. Truth be told he's the standout player in the bunch. Note the shoulder swaying implication pointed out in the first line of the review. Thank Edmund for that. He lays down what you might think of as an all-day groove. 8 AM or 8 PM it sticks in your head and won't let go. Top candidate for chief earwig of 2017. Has a masterful rhythm that will guide you through the coming weeks, your companion for all the ups and downs of your week, month, and possibly year. Joe Seaward adds some impressive licks of his own that keep the deep seeded belly fire churning like crazy. Drew McFarlane throws in affable guitar. The resulting blend, which we've come to know as "Pork Soda" really grabs you by the balls and urges you to dial back the stone-faced seriousness. "Pineapples are in my head" stands out as a highly amusing lyrical visual to hone in on. Probably a riot for the X-ray technician at the hospital to latch onto as well. The pacing sits about mid-level with a small kick thrown in for good measure. Room to allow the neighboring sounds from the barrio to infiltrate your ears in tandem with the song itself. Bouncy as hell, and never apologetic about it. In sum "Pork Soda" goes down smooth and hits the sweet spot between casual listening and prime street jam. "Pork Soda" is the pause that refreshes.

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