I really love Holy Fuck's LP. It is an album suited to many occasions, and most of them being occasions during which you are completely wasted and fucking shit up. Their new album, Latin, isn't particularly music to get drunk and fucked shit up on, but more like moody background music for a kickback with about seven stoners passing a bong around.

That's not to say that the music isn't good, because Holy Fuck doesn't disappoint in the musicianship department. It's just that there is a change of mood, and it's evident immediately in opener 1MD which is a pensive 4 minute long build. Seriously, it goes on for four minutes, and there are no hooks to it except that it really does just build for four straight minutes. Other tracks, like the near titular Latin America is another song based on a moody riff that builds slowly throughout the track. There wasn't anything on LP that felt moody, but Latin is full of emotions.

On my first listen, Stilettos was the only song that really made me take notice. I remember it well, because I looked at my iPod and saw that it took 7 tracks for me to finally take note of a track. That says something, I think, but what speaks louder is that right now, listening to it for the third time, a lot of the tracks ares starting to sound better and better.

Perhaps at first I was disappointed that this wasn't LP2, but now I'm getting over that. The moodiness, the scope of emotion now evident in these Holy Fuck songs, are a definite change for sure, but it's a welcome change. Sometimes it's hard to remember that change isn't all bad. This is the Holy Fuck chill out record.

I've been stuck in 2007 lately, because I guess there was a shit load of music released back then that I somehow missed. According to something I wrote back in 2008, I already thought 2007 was an incredible year of music. I don't disagree with many of my choices back then (though most of what I say about everything is retarded), most of the bands have become definite favorites of mine since then (though Jesca Hoop and Christine Fellows were both fads motivated by women that have since faded into the ether so my interest in both of them has waned considerably). Now I find that there's all this other great stuff, by bands like Pela, Andrew Jackson Jihad, Ha Ha Tonka, David Vandervelde, Tulsa, Liam Finn, and now, finally, Holy Fuck.

The best thing I can say about this album is that, and I'm sure this would be far more pronounced witnessing the dual drummers and stage full of stuff, when you listen to them you can't help but utter the band's name at least a couple times.

A friend and I went on a minor road trip around the rural and mountainous sections of Lower Upper Southern California (that twilight zone where Anaheim never seems to end no matter how far East you drive and then it ends but there's nowhere else to go but back to Anaheim) and the entire time, while fluctuating between various levels of sobriety and sanity, we looped this album. There was no reason to put anything else on, because Holy Fuck's LP matches the mood of probably every evening. We explored abandoned houses, stood alone on the top of mountains, and every step of the way Holy Fuck was there to score it for us, keeping the mood high and the air charged with the desire to adventure.