The Pleasure Field look good, and they know it. In a time where the mystery of ‘cool’ has been distilled to a price point at Hot Topic, the Pleasure Field rise above.

Miles Davis fell out of bed cool. Justin Bieber can’t buy cool. That’s why when you come across ‘cool’ done right and in a way that holds up to scrutiny, you can’t help but take notice.

 Listen to the first EP by the Pleasure Field for 30 seconds, and you’ll swear you’ve been shotgunned to a forgotten world where men still know how to dress and nobody gets out of bed before 6 p.m.

Arson is the soundtrack for that world. With vocals handled perfectly imperfect by Curtis Washington and beats laid down with deftness by Christopher Paulson, you can’t help but get the feeling that nothing is as important as tonight. The musical energy wraps you up into a belief that something is about to happen, and you damn well better have something to do with it.

Starting with the title track, “Arson” and stretching into mid-tempo creepers like “Silence Hurts” and “A Grave Like Yours,” come the end of the album you’ll be ready to mortgage your house for that Armani suit and John Varvotos shoes because with style there is always substance.

Grade: A



Arson is currently available.