Pity Sex – Feast of Love

Fear not, gender fascists! Michigan based band Pity Sex have what it takes to be politically correct. Having both male and female vocals Feast of Love provides variety in songwriting for not drifting into boredom. Pity Sex could be described as a lo-fi college rock sounding band that reminds one of Jimmy Eat World on benzodiazepines, which can be pretty cool, actually.

The opener Wind-Up and the second track Keep are the right kick in the face to start your day right. Uncompromising, catchy and short. Are Pity Sex able to keep that pace up?

The answer is mixed, frankly. Honey Pot and St. John’s Wort keep the rhythm of the opening tracks and really suit my mood for this time of the year. What I really dislike, are songs like Fold and Smoke Screen but that’s not Britty Drake’s fault. She’s a good singer but the tone of her voice reminds me of Dolores O’Riordan from The Cranberries and that really destroys me. Call it a trauma, but I rely on my preconception that there really is no good band from Ireland, and no, Two Door Cinema Club are from Northern Ireland, but they still suck and yes; I am that obnoxious and luckily, Pity Sex are from the US.

I have to admit, in all fairness, that the songwriting is really good, though. It varies from powerful, bassdriven parts with a slight gothic note to parts with a more post-grunge a.k.a. “I don’t give a fuck” attitude. It’s just the slower songs that don’t really attract my attention.

You can get the album on Bandcamp for 5 quid, I say the album is still worth the money despite the parts that remind me of that one band from Ireland…