I’m having such a rubbish day. I woke up late, had to go to the toilet, brush my teeth and have a shower all at the same time. The logistics were all over the place. It was like watching a giraffe on rollerblades trying to play basketball. Then, when I finally got to work, my computer wouldn’t log on, my colleague wouldn’t shut about up about how “smashed” he was at the weekend, and my boss was a typical manager on a Monday morning; full of spunk and attitude. Bastard.
When I got finally arrived home at 4 pm, I needed a good pick up. Thankfully, a chirpy alternative pop band called Indigo Face was waiting in my inbox. I opened the email and automatically got naked and started gyrating. Strange, I know, but their latest single is really naughty.
Side note, I’ve noticed in a lot of my reviews I sound incredibly horny. Sorry about that.
Moving on, Wild was released on the 5th of July. I don’t know why I told you that. You probably don’t give a fuck. Daniel, calm down. Seriously though, this song is so beautiful that if it had hair, I’d stroke it. I’m so weird. Every time Mary, the lead vocalist, shouts “WIIIIILLLLDD”, I jump on the bandwagon and scream along with her. Her voice is that addictive; you’ll want to snort it straight into your bloodstream. Accompany that with the wonderful sounds produced by Max and Andrea; you’ll be selling Indigo Face on the street most weekends. I wish I knew their full names. I’d stalk their Facebook pages and Twitter accounts most days. I really shouldn’t say stalk. I’m just intrigued to see what these guys will release next. That’s all, I promise.
I bloody love Indigo Face. Not only do they make incredibly pleasing hits, but they also pile in a lot of passion and soul. Clash magazine probably did a better write up then moi, but I tried. As I said earlier, I’m pretty annoyed today. No hate, please. Now, do you want a little Indigo Face or what? No?!? Piss off then.