I'm the One Who Picked the Apple Tree

There is no irony in wolfmother. One might immediately argue that they ape the great Zepplin/Sabbath stoner rock bands much like Australian-brethern Jet ape AC/DC. I would argue that you're being lazy. This shit is too damn good to just be mimicry, or a lazy genre exercise. I think that these lads in Wolfmother believe that what they're doing is right. From the immense and pounding drums to the perfectly amped rhythm guitar to the weird wind-whistle noises -- it's all there.

All I'm trying to say is that Wolfmother Rock. Capital "R" rock. Rock in that primal, primative, murky way, full of badittude and bravura. These are rowdy australian motherfuckers and my guess is that they put on one hell of a show. Had I had this in high school, while driving around in my friend's Ford Torino, I would've been the happiest kid on the strip.

Here I've given you the band's sprawling seven-minute epic about the White Unicorn. I love it. Give me more. More more more. I'm sure some of you are thinking "What kind of jerk-off, fruit-picking. croc-sucking, koala-coddling, pansies sing about bloody unicorns?" Me too. I had the same thought. The band proved me wrong. Really wrong. Just listen already.

You can buy Wolfmother's EP from iTunes or the Modular Store. With import prices and whatnot the iTunes version is a little bit cheaper. Of course, then you don't get the sweet liner notes. Modular always put together a good package.