I miss Death from Above.
I really do, don’t you?
And whenever I introduce someone else to Death from Above 1979 (except my wife), and then tell them that they broke some 3+ odd years ago, they do too. I only wish someone had introduced them to me before I got into them in mid-2007.
If you haven’t heard them, check out their lesser known EP, Heads Up!.
They were unlike any other band I’d ever heard. I mean, they made bright pink their color, and they still rocked the shirts off everyone. With only a drum set and synthesizer, they made the best punk-dance-rock that I’ve ever heard.
It fits into any situation, for me at least. When I want to workout, or go for a run, DFA. When I want to go a road trip, DFA. When I want to get work done, DFA. When I want to sleep, DFA.
Okay, that last one’s probably not true, but you get the idea.
Lastly, but certainly not least, they had the Best. Band. Name. Ever.
**Although The Cardigans are a close second.**
