4/27/16

Wowowow the new Blink-182 single is great. Love that this band (Tom DeLonge departure aside) has been chugging along for more than two decades, continuing to deliver this radio-friendly pop punk rock. I'll admit I haven't been much of a fan of their catalogue since their "I Miss You" days, which is about the same time I started to pay attention to other genres like indie, alt-country and all other sounds of interest that crossed my path, but a stream of incessant buzz on Twitter today made it impossible to avoid "Bored to Death." And why would you want to?

It's a great single, from the catchy bridge to the fist-pump chorus, and gang vocal harmonies where new addition Matt Skiba shines (His solo project. Matt Skiba and the Sekrets, converted me to a total fan last year). It's grown-up rock-and-roll from a band that once thrived in the immature underground, and I love the melodic influences that Skiba's identifiable vocals bring on board. 

Who knew that it would be 2016 and Blink-182 would still be such a huge band? Maybe I'm wrong here, and maybe this single won't catch on, but I'd be damn surprised if their album didn't top what is left of the charts and dominate the mainstream scene for the months to come. Long live the bands that refused to stop in their tracks, and those that found a way to keep their signature sound alive.

"There's a stranger staring at the ceiling
Rescuing a tiger from a tree
The pictures in her head are always dreaming
Each of them means everything to me

And it's a long way back from seventeen
The whispers turn into a scream,
And I'm not coming home.

Save your breathe, I'm nearly
Bored to death and fading fast.
Life is too short to last long
Back on earth I'm broken,
Lost and cold and fading fast
Life is too short to last long..."
~Bored to Death
Blink-182, California

4/24/16

"Biting my clothes to keep from screaming
Taking pills to keep from dreaming
I want to break something important
I want to kick my dad in the shins

I was referring to the present in past tense
It was the only way that I could survive it
I want to close my head in the car door
I want to sing this song like I'm dying
Heavy boots on my throat, I need
I need somethin soon, I need somethin soon
I can't talk to my folks, I need
I need somethin soon, I need somethin soon
All of my fingers are froze, I need
I need somethin soon, I need somethin soon
Only one change of clothes, I need
I need somethin soon, I need somethin soon
My head is, my head is, my head is..."
~Something Soon
Car Seat Headrest, Teens of Style

It's easy to find good music - and it's easy to be impressed, or enjoy something you hear for the first time. I don't buy it when people say music too homogenized and prepackaged and overproduced these days -- so many new releases are these intricate blends of modern sounds, and it's an adventure to see what trends feed of the last. Somewhere in all that, the real authentic stuff is there, and occasionally you'll make the rare find of an artist who continues to wow you to that same level over and over again, where you keep listening and discover layer upon layer and layer of who they are, and where these songs are coming from.

For me, Car Seat Headrest is becoming one of those artists. Every song I hear from this guy I like more than the last, every performance I watch leaves me wanting more. Will Toledo's songs are more confessional rock than folk, but they have a storytelling narrative nonetheless. Musically, there's a lo-fi, grungy vibe, but his chord choices are poppy and melodic enough to carry the occasional hook (no better exemplified than his biggest single, "Something Soon"), and these surf-rock style solos.

I love Toledo's emphasis on his anxieties and insanities. For this, I will listen over and over again, because he's smart and observing without whining. He's carrying indie rock's torch in its natural direction, and in the process divulging so much of himself with these little details about his self-image ("If I could split me in two/I would just take my fists/So I could beat up the rest of me") and inner monologues. His songs have a way of driving forward without getting bogged down in the depressive, though, due mostly to these wailing guitar parts and pop rock rhythms.

I think Toledo's songs, notably on "Teens of Style", are pretty solid reflections of the early 21st century, teen or 20-something experience. While some artists are direct about this, referencing texts and selfies to the point of making it a gimmick, Toledo cuts to the chase of loneliness and the longing that this time produces, and the unending, seemingly inescapable cycle of dreaming and flailing and failing that's supposed to provide whatever happiness there is to be achieved in this great wide world of ours. It is one of the best rock albums I have discovered in my recent memory, perfectly weird and wistful and wandering.

I'm so excited for the upcoming "Teens of Denial" to get a fresh taste of an album approach. Car Seat Headrest has a discography that dates back three years and shows a real maturation -- there plenty to choose from and each release has its own style, whether its production room tweaks or scratchy-record style harmonies. You can tell Toledo just grinds out songwriting, toying with new techniques along the way. I've spent a fair amount of time with the recent single, called "Drunk Drivers/Killer Whales," and I think Toledo is pushing himself in a bigger musical direction and better off for it. I think this is a sound worth paying attention to.



"All of my friends are getting married
All of my friends are right with God
All of my friends are making money
But art gets what it wants and art gets what it deserves
I think I’m gonna build a giant hotel
Lest we be scattered, I’ll stack it sky-high
It’s not symbolic, it’s just human nature
Under the foundations, there is a graveyard

We’ve all had better times to die
We’ve all seen better times to die
We’ve all had better times to die
We all had better times to die."
~Time to Die
Car Seat Headrest, Teens of Style

4/17/16

Discovering Steve Gunn shortly before a cross-country road-trip turned out to be excellent timing, as listening to him now has me longing for wide-open Oklahoma skies and the unending New Mexico horizons. I've been in a solid folk-country mode lately, underscored by classic rock like CSNY and Dylan and unknown tracks by way of random desert radio stations. But Gunn provides a modern update to all this - his guitar playing is intricate, and spacey, and worth a live performance viewing to truly appreciate. His songwriting has a definite flow, with the divisions between verse and chorus more ballad than pop, with the kind of two, two-and-half minute solos that reel in the listener and reflective, observational lyrics that give them something to chew on once they're there.

His newest single "Conditions Wild" showcases his playing and explores a wide, open world with intrigue, albeit understated. It feels purposefully restrained, as if Gunn's voice carrying the melody is holding back all hell from breaking loose. Diving into his back catalog reveals more of this, along with slide guitar and delay and six-minute-plus songs brimming with warm acoustic tones.

I love the space in his music, created through multiple guitar parts with meandering solos on top. Intros and outros twist and turn around every corner of a scale although, for better or worse, it seems like his newer releases are getting shorter. Overall, Gunn's style reminds of that rambling jam-band genre with a little bit more of a literary, subdued element -- he seems to indulge in the depth of a song, opting for a six-track LP on 2013's "Time Off" in favor of six, seven minute jams. It's fantastic road trip music, especially with the windows down and a taste of the desert breeze.

Given that Steve Gunn is as East Coast as they come (Brooklyn via PA), his music is hardly of this place that it references and suits so well, but therein lies the magic of acoustic lead guitars and big, mysterious rock music -- it can be inspired by the promise of something bigger, something greater. Isn't that what the westward journey is all about? There's probably a lot more to be said about music that is from one place and sounds reminiscent of another, but perhaps a task for an academic or another day.

For now, I'm enjoying all the space, the slow-down, the openness. 

"Wind so bad, the woods will move
They’re hanging in the ai

Who am I?
Soon can sayTake into the young old land
It’s how he wants to rock

It’s how he wants to rock

You know it runs
The private river out
Into the night
Its fruit will help you listen
Keep you outta sight


Moon so bad the doors won’t move
They don’t seem to care
Ask so plain, the runners so forward
It’s time to move, the brave the storm
A different stop a day
Move and make your way

You know it runs
The private river out into the night
Its fruit will help you listen

Keep you outta sight."
~Wildwood
Steve Gunn, Way Out Weather