I've missed a few boats in my life. There was that one time me and about 8 friends missed the last ferry from Catalina and were stuck sleeping on concrete for a night. I street-cuddled a man named Edgar that night, and when we awoke in each other's arms simultaneously we made a pact to never speak of- nevermind.
So yea, I totes missed the short run vinyl boat from Cherries Records featuring producer Cermakk and throwback newjack vocalist Doug Shorts a few weeks ago. Before I even realized one of my favorite humans, Meaty Ogre, or Andrew Brearly, was starting his own label for those cute little records he totes around with him, Cherries Records sold out of every single copy. Now when I say "cute little records he totes around with him" I'm being facetious, but completely serious. Meaty is one of those guys who can spin a five hour set pulling from nothing but adorable little lunchboxes of 45s. His collection is awe inspiring and infuriating. How can a man so small know so much about dinky plastic with awesome all up on they shits?
Fuck Meaty Ogre. Talented shitbox.
So the 7" was outie, my friend Danny wouldn't even let me touch it, so I could only enjoy it via youtube links. Fuck youtube links. Driving around in your minivan with the windows down and a youtube link on your phone on repeat? NOT-BALLER-STATUS BRO BRO.
But I did it. Perhaps OVER did it.
The two tracks, Loves Gone Wrong and Feels So Right, are vastly different from each other, Feels So Right being retro-80s sensual sass funk and then Loves Gone Wrong a futuristic look back through the sunglasses Doug stole from a one Marvin Gaye. Cermakk's production is simple at first listen, but the more and more I pump this shit out my minivan stereo, Loves Gone Wrong is fucking insanely layered with nearly every lazy-laser-beamy-beam-type synth you can imagine, and it makes the throwback a tossforward bro, Bro? Bro bro, bro.
Feels So Right is this weird cross pollination between late 70s, all 80s and a dash of early 90s love pop that has as much testosterone as it does ironic humor dripping from it, and if you put this on at a backyard bbq this summer, you'll be greeted with oodles of handjobs. It's fucking sunny day perfection.
Yes, this is only two motherfucking songs, and I love the fucking shit out of both of them, but I think what's most exciting is that they hint at a ridiculously delicious amount of potential for a full length album.
Of course, I'm the asshole reviewing a completely sold out 7" piece of vinyl, so you'll have to eBay the shit or blow a cute mexican with hipster glasses that works at the Apple store downtown. Either way? The internet wins.
As does Cherries Records. NICE FIRST RELEASE. NICE FIRST SOLD OUT RECORD. NICE SASS.
If you're down to buy the mp3s, VISIT CHERRIES BRO!