Perfect Pussy is a band from Syracuse and they released a demo tape called I have lost all desire for feeling back in April. Today their track “I” got rhapsodized over at Pitchfork’s Best New Tracks dept., where they mentioned how the band came from “nowhere’s outer reaches,” aka four hours northwest of Williamsburg in the geocentric region known as Onondaga county. Cool, I guess.
The beginning of this track sounds like a lake effect snow warning. For many reasons that makes me feel cozy and safe. (Can someone please bring me a Snoopy mug of hot cocoa and some Shel Silverstein poems?) The guitar valleys are deep on this one. Like I’m hiking through an orange and yellow Highland Forest in Buffalo Bills sweatpants again. Like I’m running down a dirt road at my Grandfather’s lake house. Whoops, I fell into a pricker bush.
Lead singer Meredith Graves sounds like Marnie Stern with giant tonsils. Stocky guitar lines crunch like Cloud Nothings before they started making LPs. (Or maybe it’s the other way around?) Graves coughs: “sick with loss and shame / so I edit for mistakes / to determine what I’d done / That made her act this way.” The verse contains one of those empty double snare raps that sound like articulated hiccups, but are so mistakenly perfect that you question whether the accompanying lyric is talking about editing to find mistakes or editing to make them.
I like “I” especially because of its flawless delivery of paradox. Does forgiveness always inevitably come? Even if that person isn’t sorry? Is your best friend sometimes your worst enemy? Is loneliness ever deserved? Where does the phrase ashes to ashes come from?
"I am full of light / I am filled with joy / I am full of peace / I had this dream that I forgave my enemies." Could you think of a better way to end a two minute song?
You can buy a cassette tape (includes digital) of I have lost all desire for feeling for $7