First three adjectives that come to mind when listening to this album:
Three favorite songs on album:
Mother Mother Recipe:
3 parts musical styling similar to the B52s (minus the new wave sound)
1 cup of despondence and non normative gender roles
2 teaspoons of minor scales and harmonies
1 dash of unconventional lyrics and rhymes
2 pinches of catchy melodies
Combine and blend together rapidly until mixture thickens. Stickiness is to be expected at first, but that will disappear with time.
With Touch Up, Mother Mother has put a thoroughly charming and unusual debut record into the universe. The 13 tracks on the album range from the sullen "Little Hands" to the country twang of "Dirty Town." It's an album chock-full of strange-but-entertaining pop songs.
It's hard to take a band seriously when they sing about phallic symbols, makeup and ten ounce steaks, but this is just what makes me want to listen to every word intently. The sincerity which these subjects are breached is what makes Mother Mother relevant. These kids may be on to something.
As far as the music goes, the harmonies are fascinating. My favorite being at the end of "Touch Up"—a good twenty seconds of complex and intriguing vocal blending. These harmonies are often put to simple beats and snappy acoustic guitar.
One thing that is definitely underused in design is...roosters. C'mon, think back. When was the last time you saw a rooster on the cover of an album? My guess is never. Based on that alone, the album design is pleasing. It has consistency, good attention to detail, vivid colors, and symbolism.
There are only a few things I would change. The first being the location of the track titles on the backside of the album case. The last track "Little Hands" is pretty tight above the red splash of color and the tentacle. Might decrease the leading (space between each title) giving "Little Hands" a bit more room to breathe. The other item that bothers me slightly is that there are only one or two lines of lyrics for each song. Not sure why they didn't include all of the lyrics or none at all.
Hole, Nobody's Daughter (2010)