Hector's Pets – Pet-O-Feelia LP

Hector's Pets – Pet-O-Feelia LP

"Take five individuals halfway between geek, hipster and punk-rocker, roots in Austin and now a “career” ready to take off with a supply base in New York. Put them together to play (one even called to deal only with percussions ...) for a record coming out on a label that has a used and half-full condom as a logo. If the result will not be the record of the year, it is still what you call a beautiful bomb of a record that moves, in a shrewd way despite being the first release of the dear Hector's Pets, between power pop, surf melodies, garage sounds and a lot of irony. That of the lyrics but also that which oozes from the "bullshit" attitude of the five Texans.

An ice cream cone eaten on the cover that would make the squalid pseudo-journalism of Chi with Minister Madia as the protagonist pale in comparison and that instead paves the way for eleven enthralling, super catchy and melodic songs, to stick to your ears in a morbid but gratifying way. Take the second song of Pet-O-Feelia (and on the title alone one could open a thousand parentheses bordering on political correctness) New Job: it begins with a dirty face, a sneer and winds captivatingly between epidermal melodies and always funny and intelligent lyrics. The album flows very well, also thanks to the total length of only half an hour, and shows how flourishing the current power-pop scene is, capable of giving oxygen to a timeless sound, which sacrifices experimentation to the ability to play, find immortal melodies and vocal harmonies: Station Wagon and its choruses are just an example of the album that seems to want to assemble the best of the discards of surf music with bubblegum pop rock, repainted by the charge of five losers who allow themselves to leave at the end, see Year Of The Pets, one of the best songs on the album. A dull and amoral album for those who love to bask in the latest news pumped out by the paid magazine of the moment. A breath of fresh air for those who have the courage to buy a vinyl record and put it on the turntable, without any intellectualism." - Stefano Fantino / Sodapop