Wilder Zoby makes sensual music.
The type of music that makes a man want to lather himself in Starbuck's Mocha Chip ice cream and just tempt the neighborhood dogs to come over and lick it off.
If you want to even remotely consider yourself a man of leisure then you already know Wilder Zoby as the frontman of the wildly adorable/seemingly French band Chin Chin, who dropped two delicious albums in the first decade of this fucking shit storm of a century, on the Def Jux record label.
Like his brother Torbitt, Wilder has also broke out for some solo glory with the song Contagious, which was recently featured on the very excellent Steady Bloggin Present: Space Age Soul compilation.
Wilder Zoby has always made songs that drove the girls wild and made the boys want to purchase matching seersucker shorts and jackets, but this fucker right here kicks everything up a notch. Gone are the straw hats and Robert Crumb fashion sense, being replaced with the leather and chainmail vests of Isaac Hayes and the syrupy stickiness of Prince, mixed in with a little bit of the sound track to Drive.
Contagious feels dangerous, it feels like 9 and 1/2 Weeks style sex.
It feels like matching-neck-tattoos-that-say-shit-like-"Valerie's Man"-and-"Tito's Girl"-in-that-cursive-font-that-is-usually-best-saved-for-BFF-shirts-that-Jr. High-girls-get-air-brushed-at-the-county-fair kind of sex.
It feels like carve-puppy-dog-with-sad-eyes-into-your-haunches-because-you-are-no-longer-getting-it kind of sex.
It is breath taking and a wonderful example of the kind of artist Wilder Zoby is. And I for one couldn't be more fucking stoked to hear more.