Seapony “Prove to Me”
A number of days ago, I wrote about Seapony, and how their music is sort of like eating vanilla ice cream (if you cannot fathom a universe in which eating ice cream sounds like dreamy pop music, then you obviously don’t live in the same one as me because that shit is totally real).
While that post received little in the way of love (which on tumblr is measured exclusively by little images of hearts and reblogs), I’m going to go ahead and expound on my whole vanilla ice cream theory.
So yes, vanilla ice cream is fairly unadventurous (though I’d argue that using flavor preference as a metric for measuring an individuals penchant for adventure is probably flawed). However, for those of us who swear by the ever-so-sweet allure of vanilla, the draw is not the complexity of the flavor, but rather the subtle differences found throughout the different varieties.
Don’t worry, this is all going somewhere.
In San Francisco, there’s this wonderful little place to get fancy ice cream called Humphry Slocombe. Like most of the ultra-cool ice cream spots in the city, Humphry Slocombe offers some awesome flavors (like butterbeer and Secret Breakfast, which is composed of rum and cornflakes), but the real catch here is their Tahitian Vanilla ice cream. Sure, it looks a lot like your standard vanilla, but once you give it chance, you won’t look at the flavor the same way.
This brings us to today’s track, a surfed out jam from Seattle’s Seapony. Much like Humphry Slocombe’s vanilla ice cream, “Prove to Me” doesn’t rewrite the formula for melodious pop music. Instead, front-women Jen Weidl and crew have opted to take many of the aspects that made their 2011 release Go With Me a success, and refine it to deliver a more polished sound that invokes the same reaction my friends get when they order my favorite ice cream flavor.
"Damn, that’s fucking good"
Falling is set to release on September 11th. Mark your calendars.
Oh and let me know if you ever want to grab some ice cream. You know what I’ll be having.