Are you like me? God, I hope not... but if nothing else, maybe we can both share an appreciation for Bad Love. The Seattle trio has finally unleashed new album Daughters—twenty-three minutes of crunching and choogling, with Deep Purple-esque organ swells and a rhythmic roadhouse-scented intensity. Look, it’s Friday, the weekend is almost here and you deserve something loud and primal. It’s great music for daydreaming about being in a bar fight. I wish that were an actual genre of music, but it’s not (and yet for some reason "slowcore" is. What can you daydream about listening to that kind of music? Mowing the lawn? No thanks, pal. Trade the lawn for some brawn. It’s Friday, goddammit!)