Cats & Jammers
Wholelottagoddamn
I love Cats & Jammers. There, I said it. Agouti received their last release, Propose Toast, and I reviewed it, and I liked it a lot. It was a greatest-hits album of sorts. As I said, I liked it a lot, but it all sort of ran together for me. All the songs seemed like they were in the same vein musically. Now they have sent us their newest release, Wholelottagoddamn, and I am in love. Wait, did I say that?
Listening to a whole album of Cats & Jammers songs, as opposed to a best-of compilation from three or four different CDs shows that their ability to write songs goes beyond crafting bubblegum pop that leaves you craving more bubblegum. They still have a lot of the elements that I thought made them sound like a twee band: jangly guitars, off-kilter vocals, three or four chords, and hooks galore. However, other songs on here don’t just hook you in and have you singing along for a day or two before they leave your head. Some songs are slower, as well as a dreamy sort of song at the end that I really liked.
One of the things I really liked about Cats & Jammers, aside from their hooks and catchiness, was their lyrics. It takes a lot to get me to pay attention to what you’re saying in a song. I normally tune it out, unless it is too catchy, but then, I generally disregard it. Cats & Jammers' lyrics are smart and generally funny. They’re funny to me, anyway. Wholelottagoddamn is no exception. There is a whole song dedicated to being in love with women tennis players. I dare you to find someone that has done that before. The final song on the album (the dreamy one) keeps repeating “stabitty-stabitty-stab-stab-stab” at the end, which is coincidentally also the name of the song. I could go on, but then I would have to give away all the jokes, and jokes are a lot funnier when I don’t mess them up for you.
So go out and find this album. Listen to it and love it. I do. I’m even going to see whether I can find their other albums now.
You can contact the author at: valentine@agouti.com
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