I hear so many things. So many things of so many different bands and thingies.
Usonia is a fucking mutt. It's a bunch of musicians all having sexual reproductive sexs with each others sexual parts. I hear Julian Lennon. I hear the Killers. I hear Arctic Monkeys. I hear Weezer. I hear Solid Gold. I hear Blur. I hear myself saying these things buts I haves no idea why I says these things, they sounds nothings like and everythings like those bands at the same fucking times? ARRGH! (pirates brah, pirates)
Usonia is a SYFFAL submission that we haven't all had a chance alone in the closet with, but I replied first so everyone else at SYFFAL can kiss my lilly white taint skin tab.
What is Usonia? It's fun, it's head noddy, it's toe tappy and it's fucking got this really weird vibe that everything is happening in fast motion. Like, my cereal was poured, eaten and digested for me. I didn't have to pick which seat to take when my 14 year old driving friends came by to scoop me. Everything was a blur, and now here we are and it's Friday Friday and I've gotta get down on Friday.
What Usonia is in musical terms is a syncopated, fast paced, uppity, non-dramatic, bare bones, city slickers II the legend of curly's gold, monosodiumglutamate-free fiesta.
It's as much fun as bowling in the 1950's, but knowing that you're going to get some stank on your hanglow from that chick in the poodle skirt over by the jukebox. Seriously, the song "It's Your Night" makes me want a milkshake and a comb for this kick ass set of bangs atop me luscious head.
If Johnny Depp is chewing on a toothpick, this song is playing.
You can smell burnt rubber and hear the screams of blonde pasty skinned chicks with red red lipstick as whichever hero-hottie of the day heads off the edge of a cliff in his car, as the guy who wins the pinks is pissed cause the other car is engulfed in flames at the bottom of the ravine now, damnit.
I hope you can see what my ears have me seeing, but don't be fooled. This is not a 1950's doo-wop record. No. This is an indie rock record. It just so happens to make me feel funny in me pants. Funny in that they should have tighter rolled cuffs and engine grease on thems.
It's accessible, repeatable, sing-a-long-able, and I'm pretty sure the singer is of Welsh ancestry. Why would I say that? BECAUSE I HAVE NOTHING BAD TO SAY ABOUT THIS FuckIN ALBY AND I WANTED TO RIP ON SOME WELSH muthafuckerS. THAT'S WHYS.
Go find these guys and give them money for being broke musicians, I would. http://www.usoniamusic.com/