A little game of cat and mouse

LET'S TALK ABOUT SEX.

And by sex, I really mean this band:

Unless you've been living under a rock of musical abstinence, you will know that Mother Mother released their fourth record yesterday.

I travelled across cities to get it.

OK, not exactly. Here's how it all went down. I went from Surrey to Burnaby on the skytrain. I got off at Metrotown and ran down the stairs of the station, pushing everyone that was in my way and barging into the HMV like I owned the place (which I technically do, I go there so often that I swear my footsteps have imprinted/fossilized themselves on the store floor). I grabbed a copy of the record, marched to the register like a motherfucking North Shore sasquatch, and slapped my credit card on the counter confidently like I had the money to buy it (even though I really don't).

Then I went home and listened to it and I don't think I've really stopped since then.

Everything about this band and their music is just sexy as hell.

I'm not joking, I swear these guys are like human aphrodisiacs. Like lobster only not eaten with butter. I don't know if it's just the way they present themselves, or the way Ryan Guldemond writes those fucking lyrics or the way they play those instruments, crashing through every song like it's this orgasmic sound fuck party, but whatever it is, they exude it very naturally and effortlessly both on and off stage. Like one time, their drummer Ali smiled at me at the Vancouver 125 party and I swear, FIFTY SHADES OF FUCKING GREY happened to me.

Anyway, long story short, put down your Twilight fanfiction and go grab Mother Mother's The Sticks. I promise you, IT WILL TEACH YOU THINGS. It will teach you things that bad BDSM smut cannot. 

Also, their Canadian tour to promote The Sticks ends with a Vancouver show on December 19th at the Orpheum Theatre. So all you people who want to see the best band from Vancouver in the best venue in Vancouver, here's your chance.