It’s much easier to lose composure and conveyance between clenched teeth than to articulate fury. Single Mothers come very close to spilling over into an audible brawl on their self-titled EP, and the best part of their powder keg is an absense of convention. Forthright rhythms draw you into their arguments—they’re straightforward, catchy and crunchy with distortion. Hooks are rife with fisticuffed riffs, and lyrically their songs never stop swinging with a staggered pacing that makes every word stand out as worthy of its raspy composition. This is a different kind of poetry that needs little flowery language, and instead holds a flask full of well-worded contention. Single Mothers are the embodiment of the drunk at a party who aptly tells everyone he hates exactly why they’re repulsive; and no one can find reason to silence him, because he’s right. This EP is worth a listen just to hear what a well-earned, unobtrusive sneer sounds like.
http://singlemothersband.bandcamp.com/album/s-t-ep-2011
