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Right around this time last year, Good Throb snuck into my world, just as I thought that my brain had been lost forever to monotonous frozen techno. They’re a British punk group who are dripping with contempt for society and its standards, and for a band as sloppy and unhinged as they can be, listening to Good Throb is as exhilarating as the most technically-precise death metal (if not as knuckleheaded). They play their songs as if they created both punk and feminism, forcing the listener to question his or her privilege at one moment and then threatening to shove golf balls up someone’s ass the next. Most of all, they just seem to be naturally great, the sort of band that just has the perfect chemical equation to make punk rock sound as scary, amateur and unhinged as it’s ever been. Good Throb save the queen!<\/p>\n![](\"\/images\/dgmemoan.jpg\")
Alright, so Daughn Gibson is a good pal of mine, but I have to be true to myself, even with dumb lists like these, lest I tell you that I actually loved Vampire Weekend and Kanye West this year in hopes of more click-backs or something (I hope I never fully understand how blog stats actually work). Anyway, I loved All Hell<\/i>, Daughn’s debut, but Me Moan<\/i> really busted out even futher into uncharted territory, acting like a 3-D IMAX sequel to the black-and-white art-house original. Every song on this record has at least one big hook, and each of those hooks has lodged itself in my brain either quickly or over time, which is what I want any good pop record to do. But with Me Moan<\/i>, the devil is in the details, from little lyrical twists I originally misheard, thus altering my take entirely, to ridiculous little production tricks, like the sound of a snapping whip faintly in the background, or a little five-note piano melody that pops up only once before disappearing. I was disappointed that the hype-masters who put Daughn on a pedestal in 2012 didn’t fully embrace this one, but I blame that on the fact that those types are always in search of the next little wave, whereas Me Moan<\/i> is an ocean unto itself. It’s easy to forget about anyone else when I put on Me Moan<\/i> though, as Daughn (you can call him by his first name too, he doesn’t mind) paints vivid pictures of lust, longing and the animal in man.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"