Anybody who is remotely familiar with the music of Dent May knows that the dude loves women. Love is actually the wrong word for it—he treasures them, worships them, appreciates them—and the older, the better. As one who had the pleasure of spending some quality time in my college years (quality time=friday nights spent shotgunning beers in an apartment on 14th street) with Dent, we can confirm that he has always been this way. Whether he was waxing poetic on the loveliness of first lady Laura Bush or hot for our sophomore year film teacher who was old enough to be his mother or possibly even grandmother, he was like the Buster Bluth of film school (with better style). In what might be the most musically complex of his work to date, "Eastover Wives" is a schmaltzy, disco-built tribute to all the ladies who made Dent the man he is today. It feels kind of like what would happen if Jens Lekman scored an episode of Desperate Housewives and then had sex with some of them. So basically, it's awesome.
Dent May, "Eastover Wives"