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The album opens with frontman Ryan Spencer drawing a fair assessment of the situation he found himself in: "You took my heart, and I just sat there drinking water." He's not joking, as Wormfood will prove over and over again, but his deadpanned detachment makes you wonder for a moment. (They are, after all, the type of band who sells marijuana-leafed pentagram t-shirts at their shows.) As Jeff Klingman pointed out, their smirk-on-top-of sincerity could make them, somewhat weirdly, kindred spirits with early-aughts oddballs The Unicorns. There's a facination with hip-hop too (Th' Corn Gangg, anyone?), in the form of consistent, clipped beats running throughout the record while they stay resolutely loyal to the decades of pop that came before them. Everything about it is good: the lyrics, melodies, production, and inclination to sound new yet familiar. Catch them live at 285 Kent on July 18—tickets are only $8!—, and let's make them a Big Deal.