The Mouthbreathers For To Blow Yr Mind Up

Lucy Niles of The Mouthbreathers makes me wish I were a small-town lesbian drunk instead of a slightly larger-town drunk who is just freaked out by women sometimes. Well, never mind.

The Mouthbreathers’ record, Appetite for Deconstruction is my favorite record of the week with promise of longevity in my regular rotation. Honestly band is a little hard to blog about since they won’t send me photos or a bio and have no videos that are really worth mentioning.
What I’m trying to say is, without the aid of charming visuals or personal anecdotes, my ability to write about music is pretty weak, but I seriously recommend you check out this album.

And here are some things I think about The Mouthbreathers: This is exactly the kind of pop-punk I want to be hearing in 2012. Understated, frank, wistful, self-deprecating, Canadian. I love the way this girl sings. I love that the songs are all very gender-neutral. milk hotel. Whatever. And the sixth track on the record, P.Y.O.T. boasts one of the most underwhelming, if well-intentioned guitar solos I’ve ever heard. The band is from somewhere called Sackville, which is not only a kind of funny name, but also pretty close to New Brunswick- which is a place I’ve heard of. Just kidding.

Alas, this is the best press shot I could find of the band. The Mouthbreathers can be seen below, pooping in some bushes near a brick wall.