I suppose the band name gives an indication of what to expect; but nary a hint of what you actually experienceβ¦. Let me qualify that summation. For one thing they are an absolute bastard to search for via Google. My Internet history has had to be purged, and being a year-old, thought I had seen a lot. After a quick cold shower, you get to the music. I was ready and prepared to hear what Casual Sex had to offer my ears.
Being a songwriter and singer myself, I feel quite adept at dissecting music and giving it a good analysis. To business, thenβ¦. I have a curious fascination with song titles.
I performed a quick Internet search of what Stroh 80 was. Essentially it is an Austrian rum, used extensively in Austrian cuisine. I was expecting a cacophonous riot of a track. What was the come, was a lot more pleasing.
It begins with a few seconds of distortion; a sound similar to an intergalactic phaser being fired. If you could imagine such a mythical creature! It has great disco and glam element to it, the music inspires hand claps, hip moving and fist raising in equal measures.
With tones of Steve Harley, Suede and early- Bowie in its sound, the song is rousing, confident and alpha-male. The guitar and drums skiffle like strobe lighting; they are locomotive and surge the blood around the whole of your body. As the track fades, the protagonist collects his trousers, assesses the scene and has a whole lot of explaining to do.
