The Fucking Ocean - Le Main Rouge
11.15.2006
They're a trio that sounds like a quartet, because they were a quartet, but are now just a trio that sometimes pretends they aren't. I think Lamar from Revenge of the Nerds might have been in the band at some point. They made an album with a French title that actually has a few French lyrics. I don't know if their conjugations are correct. I don't even think they're French. I don't know why they didn't take the easy way out and take Spanish in high school like the rest of us. Yes, they are called The Fucking Ocean. Yes, they sound like the fucking ocean. No, I'm not going to get into a metaphor about the rhythmic tides and powerful waves.
So yes, The Fucking Ocean. Angular post-punk that will give your ass some inertia and put a stutter in your step. The drums and bass will make even the most tight panted and perfect haired of us shake it, while the guitars come in with just enough spazzyness to make it a bit uncomfortable. And if that wasn't enough, there are two of those guitars, and while they try to get along, they can't always be friends. They weave in an out as they go from complimenting lines, to pushing each other down, to exchanging words in a screeching argument. That right there is enough to soften the ol' brain a bit, but then there are three people that all have something to say. At least they tend to take turns. Try not to fall down.
