Philadelphia noise rock enigma My Wife’s An Angel release their Yeah, I Bet, an album that promises to be equal parts thrilling and terrifying, via Knife Hits Records (Rid of Me, Moros, etc.), Broken Cycle Records, and GRIMGRIMGRIM on Friday, April 18. Preorder the album here.
Today, the band share another song from the album “EJABFJ.”
Band frontman G offers the following missive detailing both the genesis of the band’s name and the album title:
“Alright. So one night I was at home on a bunch of molly, rollin’ my dick off and just creepin around the house (probably on, like, a Wednesday night or somethin) and I come BUSTIN’ in the bedroom, and Kels is in there folding laundry, and I’m like, ‘I GOT IT BABE,’ and she says ‘what’ and I said, ‘I FUCKIN GOT IT—If I ever had a band, I’d call it ROAD RAGE!’ and she said ‘oh yeah?’ and I said yeah ‘YEAH, cuz it would be FAST, and LOUD, and DANGEROUS and just, like, DUMB as FUCK ya know?? Cuz, like, everybody’s felt it, and it’s so avoidable ya know, but everybody just gets sucked into it. And she said, ‘… I think you should call it ‘My Wife’s An Angel,’ and bro I started crying laughing, and I said, ‘That’s it .. That’s fuckin’ it.’
“And it was like, instantly I felt this flood of images and ideas and emotion, and it was like the fuckin’ tears acted as a kind of lube of destiny sent from god to rebirth me like Ace Ventura out of the rhino’s ass, and it left me a sparkling little lubed up naked baby boy with big ass pupils in awe of this brand new world of possibility.
“Picture a scrappy lil’ 10-year-old white boy in Appalachia with a rat tail, runnin’ around a trailer park barefoot and shirtless on a warm summer day. Laughin’ and cussin’ with a couple buddies until a neighbor opens their dirty-ass, tiny bathroom window about 50 feet away and yells ‘GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY YARD OR I’M GONNA BEAT YOUR ASS!’
“The young man stops dead in his tracks, and in one single motion, he looks at his friends and then turns toward the sound of the old crow; akes direct eye contact, grabs the crotch of his pants with one hand, shows them the middle finger of the other, and shouts back, ‘Yeah, I Bet.’
“That’s how I feel listening to people bitch about stupid shit.”
Catch the band live here:
4/18- Yeah, I Bet REALEASE DAY
4/24 – Witch Lab, Columbus, OH
4/25 – Jumbo’s, Detroit, MI
4/26 – Chicago, IL
4/27 – Indianapolis, IN
4/28 – What The Lou, Louisville, KY
429 – Hi Tone, Memphis, TN
4/30 – Vino’s – Little Rock, AR
5/1,2 – New Orleans, LA
5/3 – Atlanta, GA
5/4 – Greenville, NC
5/24 – John & Peter’s, New Hope, PA
5/29 – Northampton, MA
5/30 – Radio Bean, Burlington, VT
5/31 – Providence, RI
6/1 – Rochester, NY
6/2 – Scranton, PA
6/6 – Tin Can Bar, Philadelphia, PA
6/12 – PHL Flea Market, Philadelphia, PA
6/27 – Richmond, VA
6/28 – Baltimore, MD
Photo courtesy of My Wife’s An Angel
