Bedbug – Happiest of Hours

Bedbug
Happiest of Hours

These may not be the most intelligent pop songs you have ever heard, but the 10 tracks that make up Happiest Of Hours are harmless, if not catchy, numbers that will probably lodge themselves in your brain for the duration of a day. Bedbug display the pop sensibilities and heavy guitar focus of bands like Built To Spill, only without the same level of expertise and aptitude. As a result, the album comes off as a little goofy and certainly an acquired taste, but the more you listen, the less annoyed and more intrigued you eventually become.
As a result of all this, Happiest Of Hours is not an album to be taken very seriously. If you remember this going into it, you will find your listening experience to be far more enjoyable. The opener, “Misadventures Of an Orange Daisy Towel,” is a song about the deep attachments we form to the most ordinary household objects. “Captain America is coming / Captain America is here / He doesn’t seem the least bit interested / He’s bored instead / Captain America is here / Who’s gonna save the planet now?” go the vocals in “Captain America Is Coming.” These are just two examples of how some of these songs sound as if they were composed by 12-year-olds. Many other lyrics, including some about soccer and others such as “Thank you Jenny, Thank you John / I spilled some honey, and now that it’s gone / I am finding it’s not that bad / I am thinking that you’ll be glad that the door is open,” are a bit perplexing, causing you to wonder whether they are genius or just plain stupid.
The best tracks come when the band lets loose and rocks a little. “Nova Scotia,” “Skirts, Shirts, Flirts,” “Big Day Out,” and “Flight Plan” are perfect examples. Musically, the focus throughout the entire album is the fuzzy, slowly crawling guitar work, and in some instances, like on “Minutes Later,” the guitar actually becomes a little overpowering, blocking out everything else that is there.
Upon first listen, this album may easily be dismissed as essentially pointless. After multiple listens, however, it may feel the same way, but it just keeps growing on you. Like the “Orange Daisy Towel” sung about in the aforementioned opening track, this is one of those albums that could sit in your collection for a long time, virtually unnoticed, but remaining something that you grow attached to over time and refuse to get rid of.