filthy heart & swollen hips

right now, the objects of my musical affection happen to be three brothers from the UK named The Fratellis.

to me, The Fratellis sound like getting drunk in a pub and waking up hungover the next morning. they swap between sounding like the Beatles and a bunch of angry men with accents. every now and then, some kind of insane driving guitar will pick it up and give a hint of punk rock. perfect for optimistic days of walking through the city with a spring in your step or blasting while you're chugging cheap booze with your friends at a party. they are playing some dates around the US, and are slated to hit up Lolla.

hot tracks: cuntry boys & city girls, everybody knows you cried last night, ol' black and blue eyes, little baby fratelli