Calling port in
the icy waters of Sweden, this crew of four bilge rats and
one wench started terrorizing their local waters in 2002.
But nay! There be nothing to fear but a booty of glorious
pop! (All right, my pirate stops there) Now my use of
exclamation points thus far doesn't go unwarranted. Not only
does it add to my pirate-speak, but this quintet is really
deserving of those exclamations. These guys are quite the
humorous bunch, and when you pair that up with just a great
sense of melody, well, everybody wins. Personifying their
songs reveals a lopsided bunch rife with awkward moments.
There's the guy that just desperately wants to get out of a
girl's "just a friend" status, and another poor fellow that
curses his prospective ex-girlfriend's future with a
honeymoon topped by a shark attack. Salty Pirates plays out
tunage that's amusingly witty, brilliantly pop and
appreciatingly loserish.
- Brad Benedict Corteza -
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