Missing a day at the office, I don't feel so guilty about. But missing Office when it played KC at the Westport Beach Club, September 21, I feel terrible about. Why? Because Office is, as of discovering them today, my new favorite band from Chicago.
It's about time this New Wave revival lightened up and rediscovered the Cars. Like records by many a recent business-wear band, Office's debut, A Night at the Ritz contains keyboards, dance rhythms and catchy hooks, but it also flows over with orchestral instrumentation, piano riffs, killer harmonies, funny and passionate lyrics, and a hell of a lot of, just, well, spirit.
Office on the beach. Photo by Aaron O.
(Listening ops after the jump.)
Listen to the essential track "Oh My."
Or, better yet, stream the whole thing at AOL Spinner. I'm about halfway through and haven't heard a bad cut yet.
I asked our man in Chicago, Rich Sharp, whether he'd heard of Office. He wrote back:
"Yeah, I've seen Office probably eight or nine times. They're great - they play my spot Schuba's quite a bit. The tambourine girl is nails, and is oftentimes seen kanoodling with James Iha, whose label they are now on. Their live shtick is something to behold. When they bring it full-on, there's literally a team of naughty secretaries on stage and in the crowd. Titty rocking indeed - particularly that new 80's porn vid."
What '80s porn vid?
Oh, wow, this one. (Don't worry, it's totally safe.)
COME BACK TO KC, OFFICE!