WOMPS!
An odd band name, but one you won’t forget. They are a duo from Scotland so I’m not quite sure if how I think I’m pronouncing it is the actual way it should be announced. Recently in my life I realized I may have been pronouncing some prominent artists incorrectly.
For example, I was pronouncing Lorde as LOR-DAY, because I was thinking it was like Starbucks, which I believe is pronounced Gran-Day. So then I was like, how do you pronounce Ariana Grande? Does anyone know? English is not my first language, how dare you make fun of me.
Anyways that has nothing to do with this song by WOMPS. With those synth lines and those lovey dovey lyrics, you can definitely tell Womps were listening to The Cure when they wrote this song, as that will be the first thing that pops into your mind when you hear it.
Having read their PR release it appears that the two members of Womps take influence from “Scottish working class culture, the aftermath of the Thatcher reign and the disappointment of a failed independence referendum and the personal loves and losses entangled within” which is impressive if you think about it. I mean, being in a band is their job and those things inspire their actual work. If I was to write about my job, I would say, “my influence comes from wanting to make money.”
Anyways, here’s the song, I don’t know why I kept on going off track with this post but we’ve arrived at the same point.
