You ever get in a mood where you want something really overt and straight ahead?  A bass line, shuffling drum beat, slurred lyrics, loud guitars?  Non-sequiturs?  Kind of a classically conceived rock song?  Lots of posturing and sneering, but without the layer of hipster cynicism that can grow so tiresome (not naming any names, but -cough-Dirty Projectors-cough-)?  That’s a ton of rhetorical questions, but, hopefully, you catch the drift.  I’m more guilty than most in indulging in overthought flights of art that require dissection and quiet contemplation, but every once in a while I want to shut off the brain, roll down the windows and turn up the speakers.  Calypso hits all of those notes with aplomp.  “Casually Sad Mercedes” is three and a half minutes of directness that begs you to shut the hell up and just nod your head for a minute.  No reason to talk about Heidegger while you listen to this track.  A beer in hand might be of use, hoewever.  Calypso has an EP out at present, which ought to provide a solid soundtrack for doing rock and roll shit, like shooting pool or shacking up with a model.  Good times.

Calypso – Casually Sad Mercedes