Who’s that knocking at my door? It’s Vancouver’s White Lung, blasting their superdelic punk album Sorry in my ears. This band totally showed and proved with this release, there is not one wack song on this record. If you dig your music moving fast and on a waterfall of catchy melody, this is a record that you shouldn’t pass up. As a band, White Lung knows how to write tunes that have bounce without ever sounding corny, and it’s easy to get addicted to their passionate compositions. They are masters at allowing the riffs to play off the vocal melody. It almost seems at times that hooks are living inside of hooks that are living inside of another hook. The vocalists’ range is awesome and is totally heartfelt, and she shoots bullets of lyrical conviction at your skull. When their song “Thick Lip” kicks down your wall with its dissonant angular movements and killer breakdowns, you will realize that this band is fucking bombastic at what they do. The next tune “Bag” will hang you upside down with its amazing vocal harmonizing. White Lung are smart because none of their songs are over 2 1/2 minutes, which gives them enough time to make the musical points that they want to get across. What really strikes me about this group of humans is the high level of confidence that they bring to the creative table, which is evident in this album, Sorry. White Lung manifests a sense of urgency in what they create that will leave you transfixed. I could keep writing, but why not let the music do the talking…In closing, I fucking love the lyrics on this album!
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