So evidently our old friend Jolene was friends Ginger (the bass player) from Good Luck. When I told the wife that I don’t think I ever met her, she said that Ginger crashed at our place once. I must have been drinking or something like that because I don’t remember at all. What I do know is that Bloomington, Indiana’s Good Luck are super hella good. They play that ramshackle and underproduced (but in a totally lovable way) pop punk that bounces off the walls and into your brain. They are a trio and employ the increasingly popular trick of combining both male and female vocals as well as that jangly and rough but not crunchy guitar sound that I really really like. Yeah. Their debut album Into Lake Griffy is catchy and spastic. It’s fast without being aggressive. It’s spontaneous-sounding without being terribly sloppy. It’s anything but totally straightforward. Basically, it’s fucking awesome. Three punk kids walk into a bar, get drunk, write songs, and make one hell of a party record. What a pleasant surprise Into Lake Griffy is. If you are looking for comparisons, is sounds like The New Dress meets Lemuria and I might even hear nods to early Weakerthans stuff and (you know) Plan-It-X and/or No Idea stuff. Unless I somehow turn stupid between now and the end of the year, Good Luck and Into Lake Griffy will be on my best of 2008 list. Did you hear the one about the pirate?
MP3 | Good Luck – Stars Were Exploding Into Lake Griffy
MP3 | Good Luck – Come Home Into Lake Griffy