Wasting Light - Album Review

Working for a certain cupcake company is less glamorous than it sounds. Answering phones, taking orders, boxing cupcakes, folding boxes, running orders out to cars. Everything at once, all while clenching my teeth and forcing my face muscles into something that resembles a smile. I feel like I should be in a circus act, spinning said cupcakes on my hands and feet, while a monkey spins a musical box.

I'm momentarily tearing my face away from my Philosophy of Mind book -- who am I kidding? I've stopped chugging my third Sierra Nevada (like I said, selling cupcakes is stressful) -- to declare my love for the new Foo Fighters album Wasting Light.

Perhaps it's because my ears are still ringing from Monday's concert at the New Parish (I saw Lightning Bolt live, mothertruckers) but I'm digging on their new track "White Limo."



I can't understand a word Dave Grohl is saying, but I like it. It's fun, it still has the signature Foo Fighters sound, it's a song I can blast through my iPod and headbang to without feeling too lamestream.

I'm pretty out of the loop when it comes to music, but I feel as if this album was quietly released (I wasn't spammed with Facebook ads concerning the NEW FOO FIGHTERZ ALBUM, Y'ALL) and it deserves more attention. Louder than Patience, Silence, Echoes, and Grace this album packs a punch.

♥ you Dave Grohl. Keep being sexy.