Meet Pkew Pkew Pkew. You are most likely to spot them in bars or at their homes in the couch. They are easily recognizable thanks to the beer can they carry with them at all times and the partying horde that accompanies them wherever they go. Oh yeah, and because of the killer tunes that will be stuck in your head for days.
On their self-titled debut, these Toronto natives burn through twelve songs and except for the first part of “Glory Days”, they don’t take their foot off the gas. Fine by me, because this entire album is pretty much irresistible. I mean, who can looks hooks this big and melodic licks this sweet in the eye and say no? Plus they deliver their songs with the kind of reckless abandon that reminds me of their fellow Canadian brethren in PUP and a ‘let’s start a party right here and right now’ vibe that makes Andrew WK look kinda dull by comparison. And don’t even get me started about the gang vocals. There are so many of ‘em around, I feel they should have their own gang colors.
Lyrically, these dudes like to keep things simple. Tracks like “Blood Clot” and “Mid 20s Skateboarder” are exactly about what the title says they are about and “Let’s Order A Pizza” doesn’t come with any hidden layers or deeper meanings either. All of them are perfect summer jams that deserve to be blasted through the speakers. And when the neighbors start complaining, just turn the volume all the way up during “Asshole Pandemic”. They’ll get the message.