There are three people in Leeds art-rock band Dead Naked Hippies. THREE. I don’t know how they make this much noise but I absolutely love it (and I also might be a little in love with frontwoman Lucy Jowett, but that’s beside the point).
My immediate thought when I heard “Rare” was White Stripes meets Joan Jett and the Blackhearts meets the Yeah Yeah Yeahs, but there’s something else there, in the howling vocals and the battle raging between the drums and guitar that’s all Dead Naked Hippies.
“It is a song about self love,” Lucy says of the song. “I think we’re quick to judge the term & deem it laughable or irrelevant in fear of being arrogant, or weird. But if you take a hard look at the society we live in, it’s clear to see why so many people struggle to feel content in their own minds and their own bodies. I’ve always struggled with myself and it sickens me to think that so many other people feel the same. It needs to change.”
All I know is that I’m ready to put on a pair of motorcycle boots and take on the world after hearing this song once. Rock on, Dead Naked Hippies.