“This is an album about how money sometimes gets in the way of love,” explains Frog‘s Daniel Bateman of the New York outfit’s latest full-length, Frog For Sale. The third release in an album series which started in 2025 with 1000 Variations of the Same Song and The Count, the record “sees the Bateman brothers take inspiration from the likes of Buddy Holly and Paul McCartney,” we wrote in an earlier preview, “again switching up the Frog sound while maintaining that idiosyncratic charm that’s made them so beloved.”
After previous singles ‘Je Nes Sais Pas’ (a track of bright energy and fading dreams, not to mention a trademark wit and humour”) and ‘Dark Out’ (“has all the idiosyncratic style which has won the New York outfit such a following, managing to maintain a toe-tapping brightness despite the desperation and soul bubbling beneath the surface”), Frog have now shared latest single ‘Best Buy’ to mark the release of Frog For Sale via Audio Antihero. The song is typical of the release, pairing a sound that’s sunny and playful with lyrics that possess a darker edge, spiralling into the male psyche and its attempts to appear not bothered by things which clearly bother it.
The result is a languid calm that strains against something more desperate, Bateman’s vocals sounding as though they’re fighting to maintain their wry humour and cool attitude. It’s unclear whether the protagonist is pathetic, creepy, dangerous or none of those things, merely following a normal daydream in his head. “Well I thought about you on the way to work and it occurred to me I want you to know,” as he sings in the opening. “I know it always hurts when I’m a jerk when I’m at work what am I doing it for / I’ve resolved to try and find a way inside of your vagina and to that end I’m sorta tryna get you alone.”
Why don’t you just get married to the next guy impressed by your spit-shiney hair
I run into you in Bed Stuy at Best Buy and there’s no hiding there, though I did try
1234567, all good children go to heaven
All good singers purchase Zyns at the 711 in the tins
Photo by Jarod A. Walker