Unicycle Loves You, and they craft noisy pop with a very palpable sense of disenchantment. In the interest of disclosure I should probably mention that my boyfriend is their sort-of drummer, but my bespectacled love does not play in shitty bands. In fact, I'd listen to Unicycle were he not their percussion! So run, don't walk, to your nearest "hip" book retailer (wait, do book retailers still exist?) and check out my "art" in Magnet. Page 33, my sweet darlings. I've already bought an extra copy so I can rip out the page and have it archivally framed upon my wall.