In an effort to preemptively combat my usual bout with Seasonal Affective Disorder, I indulge in a guilty pleasure or two. Some people use pizza, others use reality TV. I use Katy Perry.
I had no idea who The Rescues are. My personal tastes, as we've established can be a bit wonky, typically never venture into singer-songwriter world. I've also got a little attitude about bands from LA. The Rescues are not going to become my favorite band by any stretch of the imagination. But they'll get RFC praise for the straight-faced and downright professional job they did covering someone with ridiculous blue hair who's currently got a beef with Sesame Street.
The Rescues saturate their music with sort of breathtaking harmonies. They're not fooling around, though the lyrics of this song keep me waiting for a moment when one of them bursts out laughing right before a high note. But it wont happen, they're grownups. Its refreshing to hear harmony done in an adult manner, as opposed to suffering through tweens wax on about romantic situations they're entirely unfamiliar with. You wont be skeeved out by a bunch of 14 year old boys joining voices in celebration of a homecoming dance. You'll just hear a pop queen's song redone in the manner of a Meryl Streep movie soundtrack. Guilty. Totally guilty.