Spread Joy

Are your shoelaces tied? Have you stretched? Good. Spread Joy’s new record
will have you up and moving before your brain can even comprehend what the
body is doing – fuck you, Renè Descartes! As always, the band’s rhythmic
hivemind is more locked-in than your local synchronized swim team.

The good news is that III isn’t a pure adrenaline rush. You see the band
in lineage to the kinds of post punks who never let being smart as hell
keep them from having a good time. The B52s and Talking Heads and
Suburban Lawns of the world knew that any highbrow lyricism would wash
down better with hefty doses of killer melodies, and Spread Joy bears
this lineage well.

As always, it’s a full-bodymind workout with Spread Joy:
don’t say you weren’t warned.