The news warned of rain but as far as I could tell from the window that sits a few feet away from me, the sun is still shining in the late morning hours of my current existence as I settle down with The Lungs’ Puddlesplasher. It played on a loop as a trudged through the muddy sounds its grunge atmosphere; emerging with nothing more than what’s below.
The slow starts of “Small” and its partners in crime reminded me of those suspenseful horror movies I’m not too fond of, not because this was some Goth music spooking me…Just to make that clear. I need action, and I need it now. Those people out there unlike me who live for the buildup, the tension between the starting line and last stretch – this is the kind of music for you. Much like the whiskey mentioned in “Wet Leaves,” The Lungs offer up an acquired taste with their muddled sounds that interweave through words that sound like they’re in a constant state of despair.
There’s still no rain in LA, and that’s a good thing as I wrap this up and think about the rest of my day; a trip to Target is about to get underway. So before I spend money I shouldn’t, let me leave you with this – The Lungs are for those who admire the raw appeal of garage bands who tore a page out of the ‘90s grunge playbook. If you like that, then check out The Lungs’ Puddlesplasher, out now.
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