The first time I heard Bombus, I didn’t like them. Someone posted a video on a forum and hailed the band as the best thing ever, kind of. I didn’t agree one bit. I don’t remember which song it was, but I thought it was noisy, lacked structure and the song didn’t stick one bit. Besides, I hated the name. I have issues with bands that have names that I find crappy or stupid. That’s not very smart, I know, but I’m getting better at ignoring myself when those thoughts comes along. Well, I kept on not liking Bombus for a while until one evening when me and a couple of friends had a vinyl night at my place. We drank beer and listened to vinyl records. And played Rock Science. That’s a parlor game, for you who don’t know that. One friend brought his copy of Bombus’ second album The Poet And The Parrot (2013), which he cranked at full volume (well, almost…). That was when it hit me – the album was good. Really damn good.