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MICE- Volume 1 (Site)
One time I took some acid and my friend Larry eventually started to look
like a cartoon mongoose. I
could totally picture him picking off snakes like his Rikki
Tikki Tavi brethren. But I
don’t think The Mice would look like their namesake under the same
circumstance. Based on this
disc, they’d most likely be more akin to grinning, salivating spiders,
and at least one of them would probably be wearing Buddy Holly glasses.
These spiders, sorry, Mice
have a nasty, frenzied, and often melodic sound, and the main vocalist
sometimes sort of comes across as a hipster nerd (but in a good way).
Lyrically, the band seems to have sin on their collective mind.
(And speaking of having something on your mind, Larry [the
mongoose] and I were driving down the Mass Pike once and listening to
Loretta Lynn’s “Don’t Come Home A’Drinkin’ [With Lovin’ On
Your Mind].” A highway rest stop sign we passed while this track was
playing made us think that if she would’ve changed it to “Don’t Come
Home A’Drinkin’ [With Fresh Fudge On Your Mind],” the song
would’ve been even more intriguing).
Anyhow, I like this disc.
And while most of the songs rip along nicely and seem to generally
call some fucker (or fuckette) on a host of offenses, I think my favorite
out of the 9 tracks is “Sunny Day.”
It’s a feverish proclamation of the hipster nerd’s love for his
girl, and it has a cool, spidery (sorry, I’ll put the acid away, man)
burst of lead guitar in the middle. They
punctuate it with an unexpected burp, but they ain’t foolin’ me none.
These creatures have heart, and that’s what ultimately makes Volume 1 worth checking out. –Ben Hunter
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