Josh’s Musings – Waterloo to Anywhere

Dirty Pretty Things – Waterloo to Anywhere: 3.5 stars

Precon: Don’t know anything about them but the name sounds very familiar. Is it that band with the chick from Gossip Girl who wears a lot of eye makeup? I don’t think they’re from London. Maybe it’s that weird band that Chris sent out a video for a while back. No, that was the Dirty Pornographers. I think it might be the name of a show on ABC Family Channel that Lauren watches even though she doesn’t really like it. Yeah that makes sense. Glad I figured it out.

Favorite Track: The Gentry Cove. Hell yeah a sea shanty.
Least Favorite: If You Love a Woman

They remind me of so many other people. They’re like some kind of Frankenstein’s monster band. While it sounds good and cohesive, I’d have to listen to this a bit more to see if they really have their own sound. I enjoyed it overall and had fun remembering some stuff I haven’t heard in a while. Here are the things that came to mind while I was listening.
This is the guy from the Strokes right?
They remind me of a punkier, pianoless Anniversary on certain tracks like Bang Bang You’re Dead.
They remind me of Pavement on The Enemy, especially in the verses.
There’s a little bit of The Enemy that also reminds me of the Gorillaz’ M1A1.
The high pitched guitar (Is bright the proper term? Tinny? 40? I’m no good at musical terms. I always used to describe things as “sharp” and my musically inclined friends would yell and at me and say that only notes are sharp. I’d argue that it was sharp because it felt like I was being stabbed in the ear.) often reminds me of Modest Mouse.
I have the feeling I’m starting to look for comparisons. I’m gonna stop writing.

Josh (49 Posts)

He may look like just an ordinary pizza flingin’ oven jockey, but no—this dude can lay the smack down with the bets of em’. He’s Josh, the "Brick Oven", and he’s the owner and head cook at Josh’s Joint. Who does he lay the smack down on exactly? His customers, that’s who. Order something the wrong way—catch a body blow. Ask for extra garlic in a rude manner—smack to your grill space. Walk into his joint like you own the place—your head goes through the soda fountain machine right quick. This motherfu*ker doesn’t mess around. He once gave a dude an atomic wedgie and stuffed his face in a toilet just for calling him “chief”. Come in his restaurant talkin’ bout, “can I get some garlic knots”, while he’s watching Judge Judy, and you just might get your ass handed to you with a side of Josh’s famous pizza sauce. If by some miracle you are able to duck his punches or fight off his attacks, you then might be invited to his afterhours fight club, which he holds in the back alley behind the restaurant.


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