New York sensation Penguin Prison has busted through the iron bars of music industry mundanity to deliver some fresh dance pop hits. Unabashed in his sugary and juicy attempt at Prince-like pop stardom, Penguin Prison is sparkling and delicious. I’m a sucker for pseudo-sad-love songs about cars, and Penguin Prison doesn’t disappoint with his new single “The Worse It Gets,” chalk-full of buoyant piano riffs, chiming synths, funk-guitar lines, groove-able rhythm, and soulful crooning. If we all had a song like this and a car named Jenny for when times get tough, there’d be a lot more dancing and a lot less crying in the world.
Penguin Prison
