So there's a band named RUG out there guys, and their drummer is a fucking shitfaced crisp flinging crazy Fuck and the vocalist sings really close to the mic and the guitar player loves the Freddy Jones Band.
Hahahahah. Seriously, I could end the entire shit now and you'd either be on board or moving on to the next band wearing tighter pants than you are, huh boo boo?
No, freal, RUG are kind of blowing my shitballs right now because as long as I listen to them, I'm completely bowled over as to how crisp everything fucking sounds. The vocals are insanely well recorded, the guitars are disgustingly complimentary, the drums are almost annoyingly crisp, but the songwriting is that shit teen girls will be posting to their facebook pages where you have no idea what the Fuck they're talking about, but you almost wish you'd come up with it.
02 has an album cover that reminds me of my high school years, where we'd take off west into the corn to pull 2 footers and listen to the City of Angels soundtrack, and if a cop pulled us over, the chick would shove the open end into her snatch and pretend she was a paraplegic. HAHAHAHA. LIFE WAS GOOD AT 17 BRO BROS. I'm kidding, we didn't hang out with broads. Rannal would swallow that shit bro.
No, freal, the imagery captured in the album cover from RUG's 02 is kind of a tell tale hint that these fuckers are in it for the road, putting the tour as the meat and potatoes, while the one off shows are just fucking stuffed mushrooms.
RUG sound like a modern day Three Door Down, but without the stylist, the record deal or the income from licensing from the American military. There is something mightily endearing about a band of random people you've never heard creating music you feel you've heard before, but in a way you wish you'dve known enough to sing along, and RUG take that shit like a stoner steals a lighter from a friend. It's effortless, completely expected after the first few minutes, and something you'd probably do yourself if you weren't such a shitnecked neckshit.
Seriously the band is tits, the last minute of Something Ordinary (with the bah bah buh bah) could be an entire song and I would drive, and smoke, for fucking days.
SOMEONE GO BUY THIS shit. I CAN GAYRUNTEE THE BASS PLAYER IS USING AN EXPLORER.