Pure X is truly a band of mystery. The unconfirmed facts are that they are a three piece band out of Texas. They used to go by Pure Ecstasy, a name they came up with while camping. One thing is clear though. Pure X has a hell of a sense of humour. Jesse Jenkins (bass, vocals) once described their sound as “40 degrees + raining + out of coffee + out of cash.” And that pretty much sums it up.
Pleasure is not just an album title it’s a state of mind, better yet a state of heart. This is the album you save for a rainy day. It hangs heavy. It feels like a day where everything went wrong: your cigarettes got wet, your girlfriend dumps you for a guy who wears hipster glasses. Pleasure is a day where you are just “Stuck livin” (Track 7). You just want to slap the album on, have a pity party for one, and maybe try to hang yourself in the shower. Pleasure just hurts so good.
Overall, the album sounds like grunge under water. To fit the mood, the guitar is bleachy and dwindling. The vocals are circumstantial (try to wrap your guitar strings around that metaphor). The whole album sounds purposefully tired, or simply disinterested, a state I am sure familiar to most. It’s like Pure X is shaking their heads and on exhale utter, “I need a vacation from this vacation.”
The pure magic of pure X is that while they sound like they’re not really trying, they are continuously praised for beauty. Oh, and what beauties they are. They’re like girls so pretty, they don’t even have to try in bed. For a band called Pure X, they are the musical version of vitriol.
The band leaves off on a semi-optimistic note with the last track, “Half Here.” And who knows? Maybe everything will be okay. Maybe we will all recover. Maybe the next album will be called “Brightened” or “Tiger Blood.” No? Well, stop teasing us with rays of light then, Pure X.
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