I was (somewhat) recently turned onto this band from San Francisco called Girls. They are actually boys, although a couple of the dudes have super long hair (irony!). At the time they only had one single out, the Hellhole Ratrace 7”. The eponymous song featured on the 7” is fantastic, and got them a lot of hype (Top 100 Tracks of the year on Pitchfork, yada yada yada, whateverthefuckever). The song sounds kinda like Elvis Costello channeled through a grungy 21st century 22 year old’s aesthetic.
Since then they made a video for the song, to be found below. The casually epic video follows them around a night of partying in San Francisco, doing all the things the singer yearns for in the song. Rock’n’Roll shit. They’ve got an album coming out later this year. Should be good.
One last note, I saw them live last month and they fucking ruled. So if you see them playing in a city near you: don’t be a fool, go to school.
And yes, it’s true, they eat doughnuts in the video. But they definitely ain’t eatin’ no fucking cake.
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