Not The Right Thing to Do

The Dodos - Fools.

I wish I had something else to talk about besides the construction that goes on outside my window, but honestly it started at ten last night and continues as I type. I can't get it out of my head. Obviously I feel for the dudes who have to do the actual work, and I bet if I invited them in for a beer I could probably smooth things over a bit. But honestly, right now it just makes me more tired than I already was. A song like this one from San Francisco's The Dodos is the kind of thing that helps me out.

It's not too loud, but it's also not some whiney, mellow thing that makes me sleepier or pisses me off. Singer/guitarist Meric Long sweeps his voice along in a similar croon to Zach Condon without sounding as pretentious or needy. The drums fill in the spaces with clicks and clacks of wood on metal, creating an air of urgency that moves your body along on impulse alone. It's the type of thing that makes you brush your teeth a few turns faster, drink your coffee with a gulp not a sip -- it's a subtle speed that brushes you along like a wave or the wind.

Despite them being fellow Californians, I have never seen the Dodos. This will change two saturdays from now when they open up for Les Savy Fav at the El Rey here in Los Angeles. This is because the Dodos signed to Frenchkiss records, home of LSF and the Big Sleep and all that. Should be a good time. If you feel like buying me a drink, I'll be there.

And if you haven't seen their sick video for this song, check it on on the old youtube.