Daily Dose: Pinky Pinky, “Mr. Sunday”
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Los Angeles-based trio Pinky Pinky are young, rambunctious and just now coming out of their shells—but they know exactly what they’re doing.
The fresh-out-of-high-school trio have unveiled the latest single from their forthcoming debut album Turkey Dinner, a vulnerable and heartsick story of betrayal titled “Mr. Sunday.”
An honest break in the band’s typically oddball songwriting, fragile, daydreamy vocals lilt over a plucky bass line on “Mr. Sunday,” giving the notion that singer Anastasia Sanchez is on the verge of an outburst of emotion—anger, frustration, jealousy—and containing herself from cracking.
“Can’t seem to feel what he’s done to me / I’m numb from pain ‘cause he don’t love me,” she croons in a morose murmur, painting an image of slow-building despair.
She and the bittersweet, springy guitar licks grow in confidence as the chorus picks up and leads into the second half of the song, when the betrayal she feels spills over and melts into an outro of somber keyboard warbles and wailing trumpets.
Pinky Pinky is composed of dual drummer/vocalist Sanchez (20), guitarist Isabelle Fields (19) and bassist Eva Chambers (19), eager hopefuls who have hustled since graduating high school to build a solid reputation on the L.A. scene for their eager, raw garage-rock sound (which has paid off in the form of receiving accolades from Dave Grohl, a damn decent feat for a band who didn’t have a manager or booking agent at the time).