Warpaint — and their first album, The Fool — was essentially the inspiration for a two-month phase during sophomore year when my friends and I wanted to start an all-girl band, despite not owning any instruments or knowing how to play anything. Nothing ever came of it, obviously, but something about how intensely cool they sounded, and the fact that we could identify with the lyrics, enthused us to a surprising degree and deserves praise. Composed of four girls, Warpaint oozes with subtle sass and wisdom on heartbreak and love — almost to a point that listening is like having a nice venting sesh with your best friend. But that's not to say Warpaint is for girls only.
With the band's second (self-titled) album, Warpaint continues to be a lure. Their sound would be next to the definition of ''hypnotizing and spookily sensual,'' if there were such an entry in the dictionary. A huge part of this atmosphere must be credited to Emily Kokal and Theresa Wayman and the quartet's quirky harmonizing. There is a delicate, fleeting quality to Warpaint's vocals that add intriguing complexity. In Love Is to Die, Wayman leaves listeners hanging on every syllable, each quivering with emotion. Though the jams can sometimes drag on, it's nothing the right aerial state of mind can't make you forget. The spontaneity and indefinite structure make for a totally head-bob-inducing stroll through a cloudy world of awesome girl power rock 'n' roll.
HANNAH ELLIOTT Robinson High