Pictured: The Wombats, pioneers in urban calisthenics.
Holy cripes. The Wombats are a completely exuberant band that thrives on soaring choruses, dance-rock guitars, and effing awesome lyrics. For real, these guys have a shout along part that goes something like, “This is no Bridget Jones! This is not Bridget! Bridget!” I mean, what the hell is that? pure genius.
Their newest album, “The Wombats Proudly Present Boys, Girls, and Marsupials” is one non-stop dance party. Yes, it is the British school of post-punk white boy dance, but The Wombats really succeed in infusing their music with true joy. The bass drives, the vocals waver, and the choruses rock with synth leads and weird drum beats.
In short, these guys are my new Bombay Bicycle Club. Youth never seemed so cool. Ok, maybe youth is always inherently cool, but these guys make me want to jump and live forever.
Here’s, “Kill The Director” (the one with the sweet-ass Bridget Jones kiss off)
I couldn’t leave it at just one. Here’s a crowd pleasing rouser called, “Let’s Dance to Joy Division” They have lil’ kids singing on it, how can you not like it?
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