Well, any regular reader of Stachist will know I love to write little doodads about bands using their song titles. Turns out thats not as easy as you’d imagine when the band sings in Icelandic. Oh? Speak Icelandic you say? Well still not possible since this wonderful band actually created its own language for half of its songs.

YES! That’s right- Iceland’s Sigur Rós actually sings many of its vocals in Volenska (Eng: Hopelandic) a language of gibberish.

But then again, who really needs words when one has a mustache?

Even though the lyrics are indecipherable, they do lend themselves wonderfully to the music.  Sigur Rós offers what I’d like call “mustache walking music”- reflecting that confident calming sensation of knowing that you have a mustache and that you kick ass.

Recognize these beautiful gentlemen? Well, with this Mustache Music Monday, I’ve decided to take it back to the 1970′s, the golden age of the stache, and present you with the band Boston.

I must say, it is a rare luxury to find a band with a majority mustachioed membership, especially with a larger band such as this. So, you don’t have to “Tell Me” about the “Higher Power” that’s “More Than A Feeling” which leaves you with “Peace Of Mind”. I mean, with “Smokin’” mustaches like that, it’s not hard to end up “Feelin’ Satisfied” to the point you “Don’t Look Back”, because everyone else is just gawking at you thinking “that’s “A Man I’ll Never Be”".

But seriously- why can’t the face of music still be that beautiful?

A fantastic band with fantastic mustaches, you say?

Sounds like some pretty Hot Chip to me.

I mean who else could make such “Careful” music “Over and Over” but a band with mustaches so sexy it makes everyone within earshot “Ready For The Floor.” They are pretty much “Wrestlers” who wrangle your devotion with their nose neighbors which “Hold On” to your attention mercilessly, leaving you unable to look away. In the wise hands of these mustachioed magicians, those who “Don’t Dance” become “Bendable Poseable” on the dance floor, with moves so smooth everyone else can’t help but want to “Touch Too Much.” As you “Arrest Yourself” to the beat, and all jealous parties can only “Shake a Fist” in anger, you’ll be left with the “One Pure Thought” of “I Feel Better” knowing that that music was “Made in The Dark” with all the brilliant emotional “Colours” that can only come from having a mustache.

As a music-consuming public, “We’re Looking For A Lot of Love,”  and that sort of heart-felt beauty can only come from a mustache.

Kris Kerr was in the water photographing his buddy surfing. Along came a shark and he took a photo of it and then proceeded to punch it. He said in his early show interview that he always claimed he would get a picture of a shark before it came for him.

As a mustached individual he’s a man of his word and a badass. While others would have cowered and fled, Kris not only kicked ass, he took names.

Via Huffington Post

Who are these gentlemen?

Well, if you are not familiar with your indie music, please do go and check out this fantastic band, dubbed “Clap Your Hands Say Yeah!”

And why are they clapping and exclaiming? The better question is who wouldn’t be, with mustaches pushing their music to the next level?

Now let’s do one of my favorite things. Interpret song titles for their deeper meanings.

“Over and Over Again” -Well people keep looking at my mustache over and over- as I would look at theirs.

“Sunshine And Clouds And Everything Proud” -How much more obvious do you have to get about singing about loving having a mustache?

“Is This Love?” -If he has a mustache it certainly is ;{)

“Gimme Some Salt” -We all know how classy a salt ‘n’ pepper nose neighbor is.

“Let The Cool Goddess Rust Away” -Well they must be a fan of Stachist’s very own mustache, rusty, formerly worn by writer Dervin.

I rest my case.

Well, I’ve recently started this thing called “college.” It turns out that while most people may try to convince you that colleges are institutions of higher education, on this very Saturday, following a winning football game, I’m pretty sure that its one large party rather than a location for academia. So, if this is how things will be- why not at least make it classy?

Well look no further for sophistication whilst drinking. All you need is a mustache. Don’t have a lip mitten, you say? Then hold one of these up while the liquor goes down!

Presto- instant gentleman or gentlewoman.